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Morton listened moodily enough. It looked as if the thoughtfully planned scheme was discovered. The loss of those letters and bills was terrible. And the real author of the mischief was not far off. All Morton's hatred of Mrs. Cardella raged and boiled in his heart now.
"Look here," he said, hoarsely, "I may offend you, but I've got something to suggest. I know your wife is a wonderful woman, and that you think there is nobody like her in the world. But do you always feel that you can trust her? Do you honestly believe that she cares for you?"