The question made my throat go dry. “What did I see in the room?” I repeated in a raspy voice.
The magistrate nodded.
I licked my lips and tried to swallow.
“At first, I thought I’d stumbled upon an affair between the vinegar merchant and the miller’s wife, who appeared to be asleep on the bed. But then…” I stopped, shuddering.
“The merchant approached the edge of the bed and began shaking his head from side to side, like it was stiff or something. At first I thought his neck was getting longer. Then it popped right off his shoulders.