"Are you her brother?"
"No."
"Insurance man?"
"No."
The old woman peered at him curiously.
"Who be you?" she asked.
"My name's Lewis."
"Morris?"
"No, Lewis!" shouted Dan, with a restraining hand on Growler, who was sniffing at the strange musty odors that issued from the half-open door.
"Well, she ain't here," said the old woman. "Took herself off last
Wednesday, without a word to anybody."