"Well, yes," she finally said. "Mrs. Withers and Miss Fulton quarreled a good deal. We girls had remarked on it. And yesterday they had an awful row. I heard some of it because it was in the middle of the day, and I had run down here from the sanitarium to fix up the laundry we'd forgotten early in the morning."
"What did you hear?"
"It was something about money. I didn't really try to listen, but I couldn't help hearing some of it, they talked so loud."
"Yes?"
"I got the idea that Miss Fulton wanted to borrow some money from Mrs. Withers for a purpose that Mrs. Withers didn't approve of. 'Well,' I heard Mrs. Withers say after Miss Fulton had almost screamed about it, 'you can't have any more. I haven't got it. That's all there is to that. I can't let you have it when I haven't got it!'
"Miss Fulton said something—I think it was about Mr. Withers or about asking him for the money.
"'You'd better not do that,' Mrs. Withers warned her. 'I tried that once, and he flew into a perfect rage. He was so worked up that he looked like a crazy man, like a man who would do anything. He looked as if he might kill me, choke me to death, anything!'"
"Did Miss Fulton answer that?"
"If she did, I didn't hear it. I just got the impression that they were both angry and mixed up in a terrific quarrel."
"Have you ever heard anything else like that at any other time?"