“I suppose that fiend that he married has sent ye here?” she said with great energy; “but if she has, ye’ll get naething oot o’ me.”
“Well, but you told her he was dead,” I persisted; “either he is dead or he is not.”
“Ay.”
“And you showed her a certificate of death bearing his name?”
“Did I?”
“If you altered that name you committed a felony, and are liable to arrest and imprisonment.”
“Am I? I’m no feared,” she answered, with a sneer and a toss of the head.
“Will you let me see that certificate?”
“Humph! will I, indeed! Ye’ll see nae papers here, I can tell ye.”
“We can force it.”