"Who--was she?"
"Nobody knows that--yet. We will soon know, for everybody, as you see,
is going into the Morgue. She's the only one on the bench to-day.
Better go before the crowd gets greater. I have been twice."
McLane sank on the seat and drew his hand across his forehead.
He knew she was waiting for him on the sixth bench--the furthest from
the church!