The two n*****s glanced at each other, grinning. “Miss Rayner’s friend,” they said.
“Who is Miss Rayner?”
“Don’t you know Miss Emma Rayner, Boss? Everybody know her. One of the richest women in Baltimore. She real old now and never go out no more.” They looked at the photographs again. “That’s the gentleman what come to see her, all right, but he look different when he dead.”
“Well, most of us do,” said Neill. “What name did he give when he came here?”
“Didn’t give no name.”
“Don’t you have to send the names up?”
“Yes, sir, Boss. But the first time he come somebody brought him, and after that we was told to show him up whenever he come.”
“What other gentleman callers has Miss Rayner had recently?”
“Nobody but her lawyer, Mr. Osgood, and her agent, Mr. Barney.”
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