Temptation. Sit in the back room; let it go. Give up and be comforted. You've done all you could. This was Kate's charm, he realized. Kate was on the side of the weak. Kate would sit with him in a sad and seamy world and comfort helplessness. McCauley's frustiation. Nathaniel's. Not mine, he thought grimly. He said crisply, "Do you know any of the servants at the Bartee place?" "No. No, dear." "Anybody who worked there seventeen years ago?" "Aw, no," Kate soothed. Johnny whirled around. He said to the men at the bar, "Ally of you know anybody who worked for the Bartees seventeen years ago?" "No," they said. "No," and shifted weight. Johnny stood thinking. One man said suddenly, "My uncle's best friend, I used to hear him say he seen the kid's car on the upper road that night." "The night of the murder? Where is the upper road?" Both men told him with gestures. "Where can I find this man?
