"I've come here to talk of your affairs," Mrs Ducharme answered insolently. "And I guess you'll listen. He,—I don't mean the doctor,—the real 'un, came of rich, respectable folks. He told me all about it, and got me to write 'em for money, and his sister sent him some."
"So that was where he obtained the money to drink with when he got out of the cottage!" Alves exclaimed.
The woman nodded, and added, "He gave me some, too."
Alves rose and opened the door.
"I don't see why you came here," she said briefly, pointing to the door.
But Mrs. Ducharme merely laughed and kept her seat.
"Did he, the doctor feller, ever ask you anything about his death?" she asked.
Alves looked at her blankly.
"When he signed that paper you gave the undertaker?" continued the
Duchesse.
"I don't know what you mean!" Alves exclaimed, closing the door and walking away from the woman.