"But I didn't mean nothink o' what happened," he repeated, doggedly going off again into a rapid yet, on the whole, vivid and consecutive account of Westall's attack, to which Marcella listened, trying to remember every word.
"Keep that for your solicitor," the inspector said at last, interrupting him; "you are only giving pain to Miss Boyce.

You had better let her go to your wife." Hurd looked steadily once more at Marcella.

"It be a bad end I'm come to," he said, after a moment.

"But I thank you kindly all the same.
_They'll_ want seein' after." He jerked his head towards the boy, then towards the outhouse or scullery where his wife was.

"She takes it terr'ble hard.