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Show page 127 "Glad to s e e you, Storey. Let's get down to business." Farrell pulled out a pen and a yellow legal notepad. After some note-taking he looked at Storey and said, "The only witness we have lives right across the s t r e e t ." I t was a moment that Storey dreaded. "I don't know if I can face her," he said slowly. "I don't know how she feels about t h a t night, about me. Charlie Acworth was somewhere on the yard." "Acworth's been dead a year, Storey. He never said word one about being at Boling's house." "I saw James Holly behind the lantern Anne held," Storey said. "But I don't suppose he could be much help; he's bound to have been inside the house during the tussle over the gun. I don't suppose i t ' s important to have a witness." "The secrets men c a r r y with them to their graves," Farrell observed, thinking of Acworth. "Some of our folks travel heavy-burdened on t h i s earthly journey, and the next." "Holly dead too?" "Gone away from here, Chicago or Pittsburgh. But I remember h i s statement; was the same as Acworth1s," Flam stepped to the c e l l window and looked out. He was attracted to someone across the s t r e e t . He motioned to Storey to join him. Storey at the tvindow followed his direction and saw Anne Sharpe. She had come into Seventh from Main and was waIking up the steps of the boarding house, books and papers under her arm. Anne Sharpe had a courageous walk, was lean and willowy, more so than Storey-had--renremt!Er^v Her hair was the color of a bay |
