because I happen to know that he came back from South Africa a pauper."
"Very likely," she remarked. "Barney was always the sort who would rather tell a lie than the truth."
"Did he say anything to you that night about being in any kind of danger?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"No! I don't think so. I didn't take particular notice of what he said, because he was a bit squiffy. I believe he mentioned some thing about a business appointment that night, but I really didn't take much notice."
"You didn't tell them anything about that at the inquest," Wrayson remarked.
"I know I didn't," she admitted. "You see, I was so knocked over, and I really didn't remember anything clearly, that I thought it was best to say nothing at all. They'd only have been trying to ferret things out of me that I couldn't have told them."
"I think that you were very wise," Wrayson said. "You don't happen to remember anything else that he said, I suppose?"
"No! except that he seemed a little depressed. But there's something else about Barney that I always suspected, that I've never heard mentioned yet. Mind you, it may be true or it may not, but I always suspected it."
"What was that?" Wrayson demanded.
"I believe that he was married," she declared impressively.
"Married!"
Wrayson looked incredulous. It certainly did not seem probable.
"Where is his wife then?" he asked. "Why hasn't she turned up to claim his effects? Besides, he lived
