“Does she know?” asked Ezra, amazed.
“I seed dat ar pony hyar afore,” replied Napoleon Pompey.
“Great Heavens!” said Ezra as drops of sweat burst out on his forehead. He hurried back to the house with Uncle David. Neither of them spoke a word.
“Madame,” said Ezra, as they once more stood in the room, “I have come to ask you a question. Do you know where my wife is?”
She looked him unflinchingly in the face and answered:
“Yes.”
“May the Lord forgive you!” said Uncle David, in a voice hardly above a whisper, and for some seconds there was a complete silence in the room, broken only by the sound of Ezra’s heavy breathing.
“Where is she?” he demanded sternly.
“Go and find her,” was the mocking answer.
Ezra sprang furiously forward, and almost yelled out,