I had studiously avoided looking at her while these last few words passed between us, but as the silence which followed this final outburst continued, I felt forced to glance her way if only to see what my next move should be. I found her gazing straight at me with a bright spot on either cheek, looking as if seared there by a red-hot iron.
"You are a detective," she said, as our regards met. "You have known this shameful secret always, yet have met my husband constantly and have never told."
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