"What did she say?"
"Not much; she knew the family, his family, knew all about the trial."
"Did she now? What was the woman like?"
"Which woman?"
"The wife of the man Woodridge shot."
Brack was thoughtful.
"What yer drivin' at, Carl, my boy?"
"I've got a kind of notion she must have been mixed up in the case," said Carl.
"There was only one woman in it—the wife," said Brack. "Gosh!" he exclaimed, and looked at Carl with a startled expression.
"Well?" said Carl.