Susannah gave a smile that made Mr. Harding blanch.
"A street brawl," she said slowly. "So, he died that way. Did he speak—tell me, did he speak?"
"He mentioned your name, his brother's, the debts; it—it happened outside St. Ann's, madam, and he desired, I think, not to be laid in that church."
"That was all?"
"He said: 'I have always believed in the immortality of the soul,' that was all; yes, madam."
"Thank you," said Susannah. "Thank you."
She drew her handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her lips.
"They took him home?" she asked.
"I was there."
She gave him a vacant look.