Mrs. Gaylord saw it.
"How do you imagine Miss Lily came out on the ocean that dark night, Tiny? There is that at times in your face which leads me to think you know something about it."
"O no, Missus; Tiny don't know nothin'; she 'spect tho', dat de good Lord didn't take her dar."
"But He took her off, Tiny?"
"Yes, Missus, He duz that, but He neber got nobody to carry her dar."
"Did any one do that?"
"Don't know, but I'se see Missus Belmont talkin' to a white trash more'n once, and I 'spects somthin'."
"Who were they, Tiny?"
"Couldn't tell; 'twas drefful dark down on secon' street, but I know'd her. I went wid Cassa down to see Pliny, what was sick, and she was dar by de carriage shop talkin'."
Perplexities thickened. If she had done this, why was it done? There must have been a reason for such a terrible act!