"What about him?"
"What did he tell you about—Olney? I fainted, or—or something—and after that he had gone."
She was suffering too acutely to observe the gleam in the red-brown eyes, and there was nothing in the voice to attract attention.
"Olney is—dead. You know that?"
"Oh, yes; he said that. But how?"
"Shot through the heart."
Carlita moistened her lips, and then continued her grewsome questioning.
"And they buried him—?"
"Out there."
"Was there an effort made to—to discover the murderer?"