Violet Westbury in Podcasts

The old lady was too dazed with grief to be of any use to us. But at her side was a white-faced young lady, who introduced herself as Miss Violet Westbury, the fiancé of the dead man, and the last to see him upon that fatal night. I cannot explain it, Mr. Holmes, she said. I have not shut an eye since the tragedy, thinking, thinking, thinking night and day what the true meaning of it can be.