They had tapped her spine. Not meningitis. It's encephalitis. Mervyn left in my car. I stayed. Pat arrived and went in to see Olivia. Kissed her. Spoke to her. Still unconscious. I went in. I said, 'Olivia. Olivia.' She raised her head slightly off pillow. Sister said don't.

I went out. We drank whiskey. I told doctor to consult experts. Call anyone. He called a man in Oxford. I listened. Instructions were given. Not much could be done. I first said I would stay on. Then I said I'd go back with Pat. Went. Arrived home. Called Philip Evans. He called hospital. Called me back. 'Shall I come?' 'Yes please.' I said I'd tell hospital he was coming. I called. Doc thought I was Evans. He said I'm afraid she's worse.

I got in the car. Got to hospital. Walked in. Two doctors advanced on me from waiting room. How is she? I'm afraid it's too late. I went into her room. Sheet was over her. Doctor said to nurse go out. Leave him alone. I kissed her. She was warm. I went out.

'She is warm.' I said to doctors in hall, 'Why is she so warm?'

When her husband didn't react, she confessed to affairs she'd never had.

She kept confessing until she felt his warm fingers around her throat.