"Yes, I am," said Ruthven.
"On the grounds of her mental incapacity?"
"Yes."
"Then, as I understand it, the woman whom you persuaded to break every
law, human and divine, for your sake, you now propose to abandon. Is
that it?"
Ruthven made no reply.
"You propose to publish her pitiable plight to the world by beginning
proceedings; you intend to notify the public of your wife's infirmity by
divorcing her."
"Sane or insane," burst out Ruthven, "she was riding for a fall--and
she's going to get it! What the devil are you talking about? I'm not
accountable to you. I'll do what I please; I'll manage my own affairs--"
"No," said Selwyn, "I'll manage this particular affair. And now I'll
tell you how I'm going to do it. I have in my lodgings--or rather in the
small hall bedroom which I now occupy--an army service revolver, in
fairly good condition. The cylinder was a little stiff this morning when
I looked at it, but I've oiled it with No. 27--an excellent rust solvent
and lubricant, Mr.
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