“And if they did not?”
“There would be a very weak case against me.”
“But a wife’s evidence is invalid,” she cried, eagerly seeking the loophole.
“There is Anna.”
“But it would be against you to confess you were in the house at that time.”
“Anna could swear to my entrance at twelve by the window.”
“It might lead to my being arrested, too, as an accomplice.”
“I scarcely think so,” he replied, coldly. The interview was growing hateful. “We could have Anna as a witness to our conjugal relations. She could swear to entering our room at six to wake us—if the worst came to the worst, she might swear she found us asleep. Morality has its limits when it’s life or death.”
Minna sank into a chair and crouched there in a shaking terror.
“I can’t—I can’t—I can’t lose my money.”