you are not interested in my state of mind! How gladly I would have put a pistol to my own head! I did not do so because I could not bear to sully her name by having it connected with mine. And so I kept on with the same old round, showing the same old grin! I dared not stop for fear of people saying: 'Oh, old Barry Govett is broken-hearted because of, well, you know!'...A pretty world, isn't it?" He finished with a harsh laugh.
Nobody said anything for a while.
Finally he raised his head. "But
"Where did she keep her revolver?" asked Mme. Storey.
"In the top drawer of the chiffonier in the bedroom. I could feel it lying at the bottom of the drawer when I put things away."
"Were you in the bedroom when you were dressing her that Sunday night?"
"No, Madame; in the dressing-room, which adjoined."