"Yes."
"And yet she arrived home without belongings of any sort, and wearing only a dress and shoes."
"I didn't know that till much later."
"You want us to understand that when you went down to the bungalow you found it tidy and deserted, with no sign of any hasty departure."
"Yes. That's how I found it."
When Mary Frances Chadwick was summoned to give evidence there was what amounted to a sensation in court, even before she appeared. It was obvious that this was "the wife"; and this was fare that not even the most optimistic queuer outside the court had anticipated.
Frances Chadwick was a tallish good-looking woman; a natural blonde with the clothes and figure of a girl who has «modelled» clothes; but growing a little plump now, and, if one was to judge from the good-natured face, not much caring.
She said that she was indeed married to the previous witness, and lived with him in Ealing. They had no children. She still worked in the clothes trade now and then. Not because she needed to, but for pocket-money and because she liked it. Yes, she remembered her husband's going to Larborough and his subsequent trip to Copenhagen. He arrived back from Copenhagen a day later than he had promised, and spent that night with her. During the following week she began to suspect that her husband had developed an interest elsewhere. The suspicion was confirmed when a friend told her that her husband had a guest at their bungalow on the river.
"Did you speak to your husband about it?" Kevin asked.
"No. That wouldn't have been any solution. He attracts them like flies."