Becky was on her deathbed, with her husband Jake at her side. He held her cold hand and tears silently streamed down his face. Her pale lips moved. "Jake, " she said. "Hush, " he quickly interrupted, "don't talk." But she insisted. "Jake, " she said in her tired voice. "I have to talk. I must confess." "There is nothing to confess, " said the weeping Jake. "It's all right. Everything's all right." "No, no.

I must die in peace. I must confess, Jake, that I have been unfaithful to you.

" Jake stroked her hand.

"Now, Becky, don't be concerned.

I know all about it", he sobbed. "Why else would I poison you?"