“I didn’t have any light. It was moonlight and I was just looking out at the lake when this thing happened.”
“Jennie, this is a very strange tale.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You say it is true—all of it?”
“Every word, sir.”
The girl’s eyes were of a dull gray, but they had a penetrating gaze that was a bit irritating.
But both eyes and voice carried conviction.
None of Jennie’s listeners was the kind to be hoodwinked, and moreover we all rather fancied ourselves as being able to discern between true and false witnessing.
And as we found later, when we compared notes, each of us was thoroughly impressed with the indubitable truthfulness of this strange girl with her strange story.
“And you’ve not told this before?”