“Yes.”
“Are you a Mormon?”
“Yes.”
“Are you a married woman?”
“No.”
The answer was instant, cold, final. It seemed to the truth. Almost Shefford believed she spoke truth. The judge stroked his chin and waited a moment, and then hesitatingly he went on.
“Have you—any children?”
“No.” And the blazing eyes met the cavernous ones.
That about the children was true enough, Shefford thought, and he could have testified to it.
“You live in the hidden village near this town?”