‘Mrs. Robinson,’ said Peter, quickly and quietly. ‘We can quite understand how you came to feel a grievance—perhaps a justifiable grievance—against the person responsible for the sad death of your husband. But how could you bring yourself to let your children help you to prepare those horrible messages? Didn’t you realise that if anything had happened they might have been called upon to bear witness in court?’
‘No, they wouldn’t,’ she said quickly. ‘They knew nothing about it. They only helped to cut out the letters. Do you think I’d let them suffer?... My God! You can’t do that.... I say you can’t do it.... You beasts, I’d kill myself first.’
‘Annie,’ said Dr. Baring, ‘are we to understand that you admit being responsible for all these abominable disturbances? I sent for you in order t
