"How? There's someones coming will tell thee how, woman."
Bessie felt as if somebody had struck her in the face. Had anything become known? Later she heard her step-father speaking in the kitchen.
"Is she herself yet."
"Not yet."
"Better she never should be."
"Sakes alive, man, what art thou saying?"
"I'm saying that old trollop on the brews is after finding something under the Clagh-ny-Dooiney and sending her man to the police to fetch it."
"Fetch what?"
"Just a parcel in a silk scarf with a lil arm sticking out—that's all, ma'am."
The doctor at the hospital had been holding a post-mortem, and now Cain, the constable, was to make a house to house visitation of the parish to find the mother of the child.