Huldah is shrewd; she raised herself on one gray flannel elbow and looked at me keenly.
“I can keep a secret, Miss Keate. There’s many a thing I could tell if I wanted to.”
“What I want to know is this: Has Miss Letheny worn her gold dress lately?”
“You mean that green and gold, snaky thing with the scales on it?”
“Yes.”
“Let me see. She wore it last the night Dr. Letheny was killed.”
“Are you sure, Huldah?”
“Yes’m. I remember well. Poor Dr. Letheny!”
“Feeling better, Huldah?” said a voice from the doorway.
It was Corole, of course.