‘I’ve known a murderess—known her, I tell you. And what’s more I was crazy about her… God help me, sometimes I think I still am… It’s hell, I tell you—hell. You see, she did it more or less for me. Not that I ever dreamed… Women are fiends—absolute fiends—you wouldn’t think a girl like that— a nice straight jolly girl—you wouldn’t think she’d do that, would you? That she’d take a kid out to sea and let it drown—you wouldn’t think a woman could do a thing like that?’