"Did she have a stall somewhere in town?"
Silas shook his head. "She rode a bicycle and towed a small cart, containing a basket filled with bunches of herbs. When she stopped, she spread a cloth on the ground and placed the basket in the centre. Then she tipped the cart upside-down and used it as a seat."
"Was that her only source of income?"
"Not sure... rumour said there was family money, but she didn't show any signs of having any. She was said to be intelligent and educated."
Harry rubbed his chin. "Are they sure she died in the fire? Could she have escaped?"
Silas shrugged. "It's highly unlikely. The whole hillside was ablaze."
"Anyone ever see her ghost?"
Silas drew a deep breath. "Some say they've seen her walking on Hobie's Hill when a storm is coming. No one will go close then, claiming they can hear her moaning, as if she's still in pain."
"That's a long time to be in pain," Harry said, "even for a ghost. Anything else you can tell me?"
"That's all I know," Silas replied, shaking his head.
"It's a good start," Harry said. "I'll go check with Miss P."
Silas frowned. "You think there's more to this."
"You know I don't believe in ghosts. There's always a logical explanation." Harry headed for the truck. "See you soon."
Silas laughed as he watched him drive away. A visit from Hogan, no matter how brief, always left him with something to ponder.
Harry glanced at the dashboard clock as he headed for Edith Pinkerton's house. He should be just in time for afternoon tea. As he neared the end of the driveway, he saw Miss P and Glory sitting on the large front porch, wearing colourful straw hats to shade their faces from the sun.
"Good afternoon, ladies," he said, walking up the steps.
"Good afternoon," they replied in unison.
"Glory..."
The housekeeper was already on her feet. "On my way."
Harry smiled at her. "A mug, please, Glory, if you don't mind." She nodded.
"Always nice to see you, Harry."
"You too, Miss P." Harry pulled up a chair. "You're looking well. What are you doing these days?"
"Getting ready to proofread the book on local historical people and events," she said, just as Glory returned and handed Harry a mug and a tea plate.
"Thank you, Glory. My hands weren't made for dainty cups." He sipped the coffee. "Perfect."
"Now, what are you working on, and how we can help?" Miss P asked.
Harry grinned. "Funny, that's how everyone greets me these days. I'm curious about something you mentioned a while back, when we were tracing the tunnel story."
She nodded. "And what might that be?"
"I'm curious about the Storm Legend. I spoke to Silas but he thinks you might know more."
"She probably does," Glory said.
Miss P reached out and patted her hand. "History fascinates me, my dear." She looked at Harry. "Now, tell me what you know, so I don't repeat anything."
