“No relation, except by marriage.” Her voice, though low, held a carrying quality, and reached the ears of all in the room. “My husband is her second cousin.”
“Have you known her long?”
“Since my marriage to her cousin, six months ago,” briefly.
“Did you know her aunt, Miss Susan Baird?”
“Oh, yes, very well. We frequently took Sunday dinner with them.”
“Did you ever hear Miss Susan Baird express a dislike for any particular person?”
Nina shook her head, while a faint smile drew down the corners of her pretty mouth. “Miss Susan disliked a great many people,” she said. “Me, among them. In fact, I never heard her make a complimentary remark about any one.”
Penfield looked taken aback. “Miss Baird was eccentric, was she not?”
“Yes, not to say odd.”