That's not the kind of thing I
consider amusing, though you may. Miss King doesn't consider it
amusing either. She said she often cries when she thinks of her
victims, and very often she can't sleep at night."
"Miss King!" said the Major. "That's the name of the lady who has
taken Ballymoy House for the summer."
"Exactly. The lady whom I propose to marry to your friend Simpkins."
"Good Lord! J. J. Why? What has the poor woman done?"
"It's not so much what she has done," said Meldon, "that makes me think
she'd be a suitable match for Simpkins. It's what she will do. She'll
murder him."
"Nonsense."
"It's not nonsense. She will. She told me herself that she has come
to Ballymoy for the express purpose of murdering another husband. She
said she wanted quiet and security from interruption in order to go on
with her work."
"You're going mad, J. J.; stark mad. I'm sorry for you."
"I got into the carriage with her this morning by the merest accident,"
said Meldon. "If the baby hadn't got whooping-cough a fortnight ago,
and kept me awake all night, I shouldn't have caught the early train.
I didn't mean to catch it.
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