“From whom?”
“I think from Mr. McCaleb. He said he did not have one.”
Mrs. Thaw said that McCaleb sat on her left, Beale on her right, and Thaw was facing her.
“Did you ask again for a pencil?”
“Yes, I got one from some one, I don’t remember whom.”
“Did you write a note?”
“I did.”
“A slip of paper. I think Mr. McCaleb gave it to me.”
“What did you do with it?”