The woman heard her.
"That I am, Miss. And that I've got good reason to be; the same as you, my poor Miss Genevieve."
"Yes, yes, Nannie. What was it you wanted?"
The woman stood quite rigid.
"You was there, Miss—this afternoon?"
"Yes—"
"Did you notice anything, Miss?"
She drew a deep breath.
"What d'you mean, Nannie? Nannie, what?"
"It's him, Miss. It was last night—"