“Standing?”
“Well, he might have been moving—I dunno.”
“Are you sure it was a man?”
“I’m not. I’m thinkin’ it was, but yet, I couldn’t speak it for sure.”
“Then you went on to the fire?”
“Yes, sor.”
“And thought no more about the person on the veranda?”
“No, sor. And it niver wud have entered me head again, savin’ your speakin’ of it now. Why—was it the—the man that——”
“Oh, probably not. But everything I can learn is of help in discovering the criminal and perhaps freeing your employers from suspicion.”
“And I wish that might be! To put it on the good man, now! And worse, upon the ladies—angels, both of them!”