"He has been convinced for the last six months that I murdered Wenham, or got rid of him by some means or other.

Help me up." She staggered to her feet.

Tavernake assisted her to an easy chair.

Then Pritchard came in.
"He is quite safe," he announced, "sitting on the edge of the bath playing with a doll." She shivered.
"What is he doing with it ?" she asked.
"Showing me exactly, with a shawl pin, where he meant to have stabbed you," Pritchard answered, drily.

"Now, my dear lady," he continued, "it seems to me that I have done you one injustice, at any rate.