Confession

Joe sat at his dying wife's bedside. Her voice was little more then a whisper. <br>"Joe, darling," she breathed, "I've got a confession to make before I go....I....I'm the one who took the ten thousand dollars from your safe....I spent it on a fling with your best friend, Charles. and it was I who forced your mistress to leave the city. And I am the one who reported your income-tax evasion to the government..." <br>"That's all right, dearest, don't give it a second thought," answered Joe. "I'm the one who poisoned you".