"Oh, it's all right," said Calton, nodding to Kilsip, "there won't be any difficulty in proving an ALIBI. But I say," he added, turning to Sal, "what were they talking about?"
"I dunno," answered Sal. "I was at the door, an' they talks that quiet I couldn't 'ear 'em. Then he sings out, 'My G—, it's too horrible!' an' I 'ear 'er a larfin' like to bust, an' then 'e comes to me, and ses, quite wild like, 'Take me out of this 'ell!' an' I tooked 'im."
"And when you came back?"
"She was dead."
"Dead?"
"As a blessed door-nail," said Sal, cheerfully.
"An' I never knowd I was in the room with a corpse," wailed Mother Guttersnipe, waking up. "Cuss 'er, she was allays a-doin' contrary things."
"How do you know?" said Calton, sharply, as he rose to go.
"I knowd 'er longer nor you," croaked the old woman, fixing one evil eye on the lawyer; "an' I know what you'd like to know; but ye shan't, ye shan't."
Calton turned from her with a shrug of his shoulders.