to a man like Whittall, might conceive an honourable love for another man, and still remain true to her marriage vows."
The girl broke into a helpless weeping. Still she stubbornly held her tongue.
At length Mme. Storey said: "Mary, your mistress was foully murdered. Don't you want to see justice done?"
"Yes!...Yes!" she sobbed. "But I don't see how he could have done it. I don't know what to think! I don't see any use in raking up a scandal!"
"The whole story must be opened to the light
will put it in your hands. In the meantime I wish you'd trace where and when Whittall bought the gun that he gave his wife, and the number of it. You have better facilities for doing that than I have."
He nodded.
III
A pleasant-faced young woman, very neatly and plainly dressed, came into my office