“No, no! right here.”
“ ‘The man Durocher, who is suspected of the crime, is not tall, wears a heavy mustache, has gray eyes, and wears an ear-ring in his left ear. He has not been seen since Saturday.’ ”
“I told you so!” exclaimed the widow.
“You told me nothing of the kind,” said the second cousin.
“He had no ear-ring in his ear,” said the widow—“but—but—but it was the right ear that I saw. Hand me my shawl!”
“Where are you going?”
“I have business; never mind!” She took the paper with her and went straight to the constable.
“But,” said he, “I cannot come.”
“There is no time to be lost; you must come now.”
“But he will be desperate; he will face me like a lion.”