CHAPTER XLColonel Trevor had been profoundly shocked. Adela Castleton whom he had known for thirty years! It was the sort of thing you read about in the papers. Not that he read that kind of paper himself, but you couldn’t always get away from the headlines. Monstrous! He didn’t know what they were coming to! Well connected woman—well brought up—poor Geoffrey Castleton’s widow—going about murdering people right and left—trying to murder James! Must have been mad—only possible explanation—stark, staring mad!
Maisie Trevor had already begun to say that she had always thought there was something a little odd about Adela. “And that very hot weather—well, I suppose it just finished her. But I always did think ...” And presently there would be all sorts of instances of strange behaviour on the
