“I suppose the former owner wouldn’t like it, if he knew you had been moved from your old home,” said Kitty.
“No’m, he sho’ wouldn’t. But dey tells me young Massa done been sent crost de big water to fight dem Japs, an’ I ain’t had nobody to write him.”
“I’d be glad to write for you,” Kitty offered.
She was strangely drawn to this old man, not only because of the hints he had let slip to throw more light on the mystery they were trying to solve, but because she knew he represented the best of a forgotten era in the south.
“Dat moighty kind o’ you, li’l Missie, but I don’t know where to send de letter nohow.”
“Is he in the Army or Navy?”
“De Navy, fer sho’. Us fambly always been people ov de sea.”
“Brad, do you have a pencil and a bit of paper?”
“Sure,” said Brad, producing what she desired.
“You give me his full name, uncle—”