The old man patted Katherine's shoulder.
"Why, what you crying for, Katy? Always seems something to scare you lately."
He jerked his thumb again toward the lighted windows.
"You ain't told me yet what's going on in the old room."
Bobby's laugh was dazed, questioning.
"They're trying to account for your murder there."
His grandfather looked at him with blank amazement.
"You out of your head?"
"No," Katherine cried. "We saw you lying there, cold and still. I—I found you."
"You've not forgotten, Katherine," Bobby said breathlessly, "that he moved afterward."