"'I see,' I replied with a shudder, which I could not repress. 'Do you mind telling me how it was that you happened to be out of your bed at such a late hour at night?'
"She looked very sullen, and set her lips tightly. I gazed full at her, waiting for her to speak.
"'The man whose blood was shed was my lover—we had just had a quarrel,' she said, at last.
"'What about?'
"'That's my secret,' she replied.
"'How is it you did not mention the fact of the quarrel at the trial?' I asked.
"She looked full up at me.
"'I was not asked,' she answered; 'that's my secret, and I don't tell it to anybody. It was here I stood, just where your feet are planted, and I saw it done—the moon came out for a minute, and I saw everything—even to the look on the dead man's face and the look on the face of the man who took his life. I saw it all. I ain't been the same woman since.'
"'I am not surprised,' I replied. 'You may leave me when I have said one thing.'
"'What is that, ma'am?'