“Does it still belong in the Murray family?”
“Lord bless your soul, no. There hasn’t been a Murray around these parts since—well, since Lutetia Murray died.”
“Who owns it now?”
“The Turners. They bought it when it came up for sale after Miss Murray’s death.”
“Well, weren’t there any heirs?”
“There was a niece—her brother’s little girl. They had to sell the place and everything in it. There never was a sale in Quinanog like that. Why, folks say that the mahogany would bring fancy prices in New York nowadays.”
“Didn’t they get as much as they should have?” Lindsay asked idly.
“Oh Lord, no! And they found her estate was awful involved, and the debts et up about all the auction brought in.”
“What became of the little girl?”
“Some cousins took her.”