. ‘Bête. “But I am your husband,” he said. He was absolutely unable to focus his ideas. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. From the threshold she looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face. “Forgive me, madam,” he said stiffly, “but in such a case as this it is better that nothing in the room should be disturbed until the arrival of the police. Upon my word—you are Miss Pellissier, aren’t you?” “I certainly am,” she admitted. Tell him the truth, Annabel. Lucy stepped inside.
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