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A stage whisper drifting up from three stories below

I swung s to the floor, wrapped the top sheet around myself, and walked over to theI couldn’teudora tree

I called softly, “Who’s out there? What do you want?”

“They sent et you,” the voice said

“Who sent you?”

“Moody Cross,” he said “Can you come?”

I didn’t think it was a trap, but it paid to be careful “What for? What does Moody want?”

“You got to come, Mr Corbett” The fear in the voice was unmistakable “They been another lynchin’”

“Oh God—where?”

“Out by the Quarters”

“Who is it?”

“Hiram,” the man said “Hiram Cross Moody’s brother is dead”

Chapter 62

I FELT A DEEP SURGE of pain in my chest, a contraction so sharp that for aa coronary Almost instantly I was covered with clammy sweat

I heard the voice froain