A study of obsessive passion and adultery.
ment, to Government secretaries, to newspapers. Then the excitement that had been smoldering burst forth with explosive force, shaking the village, the county, the universe.
Dale, at handy grips with his superior officers, stood firm, declined to budge an inch from his position; he was right, and nothing would ever make him say he was wrong.
"Ah, well," said Mr. Ridgett, "if that's the way you looked at it. But I don't quite follow how it got lifted out of their hands at Rodhaven, and brought before us."
"I demanded it," said Dale proudly. "I wasn't going to be messed about any further by a pack of funking old women--for that's what they are, at Rodhaven. And I wasn't going to have it hushed over--nor write any such letter as they asked."
"Oh, they suggested--"
"They suggested," said Dale, swelling with indignation, "that I should write regret that I had perhaps acted indiscreet but only through over-zeal."
"Oh! And you didn't see your way to--"