He looked me straight in the face, I giving him look for look. When he had sustained my glance for a moment or two he shut his eyes and shivered. I saw a shudder go all over him. I drank my coffee.
"You're sure that you're not joking?"
"Some men joke most when they are most in earnest. Perhaps I am one of them."
"Who was it?"
"A little girl I knew."
"A girl? My gracious! When was it?"
"Sunday evening."
He turned to me with a sort of gasp.
"Was it near Three Bridges Station?"
"Within half a mile."