"Oh, d'you want to know?" she said craftily. "What would you give to know, Doctor?"
"I'll give you Hail Columbia if you don't tell me!" he cried. "I'll give you a bloody good reputation, that's what I'll give! I'll give you the name of being a poisoner, old woman, and I'll take care that your neighbors know all about your three husbands, if you don't look out!"
"Oh, my God! Don't speak so loud, Doctor, please! I'll tell you if you'll promise to leave me alone. I didn't mean nothing by it."
"Let's have it then." The doctor's eyes gleamed.
"Did you ever hear tell of Madam Grant?" she asked. "I reckon it was before your day."
"Yes, I did. What about her?"
"Why, this young fellow you call Granthope, he used to live with her."
"He did!" The healer came up to her and looked her hard in the eye. "How the devil do you know that?"
"Why, I've seen him there, many's the time. I used to know the Madam well. Me and her was great friends. Why, I was there the day she died!"
"Were you? I never knew that."