“Tell us. I'll arrest you if you don't.”
“Nothing about the murder, on my honour,” protested Downey.
Kennedy leaned over suddenly and shot a remark at him, “Then it was about the note.”
Downey was surprised, but not quickly enough. Still he seemed to be considering something, and in a moment he said:
“I don't know what it was about, but I feel it is my duty, after all, to tell you. I heard her say, 'I wonder if he knew.'”
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing else.”
“What happened after you came back?”
“We entered the ladies' department. No one was there. A woman's automobile-coat was thrown over a chair in a heap. Mr. Bruce picked it up. 'It's Mrs. Parker's,' he said. He wrapped it up hastily, and rang for a messenger.”
“Where did he send it?”