"Because I received help in the interval from another source."
"Why did you not write to Sir Charles to explain this?"
"So I should have done had I not seen his death in the paper."
The woman's story hung coherently together, and all my questions were
unable to shake it. The probability was that she was telling the truth,
or, at least, part of the truth. If a trap HAD taken her to Baskerville
Hall, such an excursion could not have been kept secret. I could also
check whether she had instructed divorce proceedings against her
husband at, or about, the time of the tragedy. Once again, I had reached
a dead wall, and yet I felt that she was holding something back on me.
Why was she so reluctant to admit anything? Why was she so reticent at
the time of the tragedy?
For the moment I could proceed no further in that direction, so I
