CHAPTER IX A LOVE LETTER––––––––
“LOOK here, Esther,” said old Salt to his wife, “that’s a mighty curious case over at Waring’s.”
“How you do talk! I should think that to you and me, knowing and loving John Waring as we did, you’d have no doings with the curious part of it! As for me, I don’t care who killed him. He’s dead, isn’t he? It can’t bring him back to life to hang his murderer. And to my mind it’s heathenish—all this detectiving and evidencing—or whatever they call it. Whom do they suspect now? You?”
Adams looked at his wife with a mild reproach. “Woman all over! No sense of justice, no righteous indignation. Don’t you know the murderer must be found and punished? That is if it was a murder.”
“Of course it was! That blessed man never killed himself! And he about to marry Emily
