The man did not answer, but instead asked a question of his own.
No man, with only the one life to live, could answer such a question.
And even dead men answer questions for one who knows how they must be asked.
The man did not answer for a minute or two.
In the second house to the south, a young black man answered.
The man didn't answer, nor did he look at me.
A man's voice called from up the river, and another man answered.
Only one man in all the world could have answered those questions.
How in Hell can a man answer a thing like that?
The man did not answer and her face began to crack again.