Found Dead by Fred M. White

Margaret set out on that eventful afternoon for Mortmains in a state that was not far removed from terror. She hardly dared to think of what might happen in the course of the afternoon or how this strange and mysterious tragedy was going to end. And yet, a few days ago she had been happy enough.

She had been happy in the knowledge that she was rid for all time of a scoundrel who, had he lived, would, sooner or later, have dragged her down into the gutter. She made no pretence of sorrow or grief; indeed, why should she in the case of a man she had never cared for and, whom she had married in a moment when she was suffering from wounded pride and vanity?