“You did? How long?”
“From the time his wife died until you were about seven or eight years old.”
Bob was immediately interested. Here was somebody who might know something concerning the past. He motioned to the woman, and the two walked to one side, Frank refraining from following, knowing Bob would rather be alone.
“May I ask your name?” went on Bob.
“Mary Ridley.”
“Were you related to Thompson?”
“Very distantly, yes.”
“Do you remember when he brought me to the place?”
“He did not bring you.”
“No?”