As for that husband of yours, I don’t think much of him, and I tell you so

candidly. Running away and leaving you to face the music.”

 

But Ursula shook her head energetically.

 

“Oh, no,” she cried. “It wasn’t like that at all. Ralph would not run away on

his own account. I see now. If he heard of his stepfather’s murder, he might

think himself that I had done it.”

 

“He wouldn’t think any such thing,” said Caroline.

 

“I was so cruel to him that night—so hard and bitter. I wouldn’t listen to what

he was trying to say—wouldn’t believe that he really cared.

 

I just stood there telling him what I thought of him, and saying the coldest,

cruelest things that came into my mind—trying my best to hurt him.”

 

“Do him no harm,” said Caroline. “Never worry about what you say to a man.

They’re so conceited that they never believe you mean it if it’s unflattering.”

 

Ursula went on, nervously twisting and untwisting her hands.

 

“When the murder was discovered and he didn’t come forward, I was terribly

upset. Just for a moment I wondered—but then I knew he couldn’t—he couldn’t....