"Why, bless the woman, can't you see it is?" he says. "What's the matter now?""Murder's the matter!" she burst out. "For God's sake, come back with me. It's at Mrs. Crosscapel's lodging-house, number 14Lehigh Street. A young woman has murdered her husband in the night! With a knife, sir. She says she thinks she did it in her sleep."I confess I was startled by this; and the third man on duty (a sergeant) seemed to feel it too. She was a nice-looking young woman, even in her terrified condition, just out of bed, with her clothes huddled on anyhow. I was partial in those days to a tall figure--and she was, as they say, my style. I put a chair for her; and the sergeant poked the fire. As for the Inspector, nothing ever upset _him_. He questioned her as coolly as if it had been a case of petty larceny.
"Have you seen the murdered man?" he asked.
"No, sir."
"Or the wife?"
"No, sir. I didn't dare go into the room; I only heard about it!""Oh? And who are You? One of the lodgers?"
"No, sir. I'm the cook."
"Isn't there a master in the house?"
