"What have you done with that needle I was using just now?"
She wrinkled her brow for a moment.
"The needle?" she repeated, and gazed at him blankly.
CHAPTER XXIII
It took her a moment to collect her thoughts.
"Oh, the needle! Did I have it?"
"Certainly. I handed it to you as I usually do."
She rubbed her forehead in the effort to recall.
"Did you?" she murmured in perplexity. "I don't remember."
"But I remember. I want to replace it. What have you done with it?"