You are an evil man and I intend to have nothing
more to do with you. I learnt everything from your
own lips as I was sitting by your bed, and much of
what you said I have since proved to be true. You
were the murderer of my husband. Never come near
me again.
ELAINE.
Postscript. I have spoken to the mother of Jocelyn Pells,
and she showed me a letter the poor girl had written just
before her death. You killed her, too.
Percy’s face was white as that of a dead man, and he almost choked in his consternation. He was not, however, entirely taken by surprise. He had been very mystified at Elaine’s absence, but at the back of his mind there had been all along the grey ghost of a great fear.
As a medical man, he knew quite well that people injured in accidents were prone to talk as the
