"
"It was high tide that night!" she cried. "You know very well that he
must have been drowned!"
"I have answered your question," Tallente replied quietly.
There was a cold fury in her eyes. The veins seemed to stand out on her
clenched, worn hands. She looked at him with all the suppressed passion
of a creature impotent yet fiercely anxious to strike.
"I shall give information," she cried. "You shall be charged with his
murder!"
Tallente shook his head.
"You will waste your time, Stella," he said. "For one thing, a woman
may not give evidence against her husband. Another thing, there cannot
very well be a charge for murder unsupported by the production of the
body. And for a third thing, I should deny the whole story."
Her fury abated, though the hate in her eyes remained.
"I think," she declared, "that you are the most coldblooded creature I
ever knew."
The irony of the situation gripped at him. He rose suddenly to his
feet, filled with an overwhelming desire to end it.
"Stella," he said, "to me you always seemed, especially during our last
few years together, cold and utterly indifferent.
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