He knew it long ago--before you went back to Matanga--before I married him.' Her voice took a pleading tone.

'You will believe that, won't you ?' 'It never occurred to me that you had told him.

I know, in fact, who did.
But even if you had--well, you had the right to tell him.' Clarice gave a stamp of impatience.

'He is your husband.' 'My husband!' she interrupted, and she tore the newspaper across and dropped it on to the floor.

'My husband! Ah, I wouldn't have believed that even he could have done a thing so mean.