"She knows a lot, that ole girl. They say she writes down in a book everything she does every day. But what can she be 'ere to testify to?"
The answer seemed to come in the questioning voice of the coroner.
"Your name, please?"
"Laura Rodaine. Least, that's the name I go by. My real maiden name is Laura Masterson, and—"
"Rodaine will be sufficient. Your age?"
"I think it's sixty-four. If I had my book I could tell. I—"
"Your book?"
"Yes, I keep everything in a book. But it is n't here. I could n't bring it."
"The guess will be sufficient in this case. You 've lived here a good many years, Mrs. Rodaine?"
"Yes. Around thirty-five. Let's see—yes, I 'm sure it's thirty-five. My boy was born here—he 's about thirty and we came here five years before that."