"Are you prepared to name the person in question?"
"I am."
"Yes?"
Mr. Drelincourt sat up in his chair. A hectic spot burned in either cheek. His whole frame was a-tingle with excitement.
"The person to whom your first wife owed her death was none other than your half sister, Anna Drelincourt."
Slowly, clearly, and unhesitatingly fell the words. Mrs. Jenwyn had come purposely to declare the truth, and the more simply she put it the better.
"Great Heavens! You don't mean to say that!"
"I have told you the simple truth."
For a little while they sat in silence. Drelincourt seemed utterly overcome. Anna's name was the last he would have picked out with all the world to choose from. And yet----
"Go on, please. Tell me all you know of the dreadful affair," he said, after a time.