She held up a hand and stopped him.
“Yes,” she said, “there was such a girl. It was to her that I referred when I said that there was an episode in that past life of mine, when I was a girl, which I did not care to recall.”
“I see. Tell me something about that girl.”
“Why? With the idea that she may be this Juno?”
“Yes.”
“That is impossible.”
“Why so?”
“Because that girl is—dead.”
“My dear Nan, the fact that one is reported dead does not make that person dead. We have sufficient proof of that in the present existence of Jimmy Duryea.”
“But I saw this girl in her coffin.”