"I did."
"Was she then wearing that shoulder-strap bag?"
"She was."
"Was she alone?"
"Yes."
"How long did she remain there?"
"I don't know for certain. Half an hour later Mrs. Chalmers wanted her to lend a hand with the grill. I called her. When she came—which she didn't right away—it was from there."
"Was she still alone?"
Edith thought: She is always alone, Mr. Hunter. Clinging to that fool Jim Doherty, she was alone. The one time when she cried in my arms, she was alone.
"She was alone."