“I don’t know for certain——” He looked perplexed.
“Of course you don’t,” I broke in, irrepressibly. “You can’t remember exactly incidents that made no real impression on you at the time. Nobody can. And don’t try to be positive about these things when you’ve really only a vague recollection.”
“No, sir,” Griscom said, speaking deferentially enough, but I caught a slight gleam of obstinacy in his eye.
“Are you talking about those waistcoats?” asked Everett, coming into the room.
“Yes,” Kee said, “why?”
“Only that I’m puzzled. Miss Remsen says her uncle gave them to her on Tuesday, but I know that he wore the dark blue moire one on Wednesday.”
“At dinner time?” Moore asked.
“Yes, we don’t dress in summer, unless there are ladies here. He had it on at dinner I’m positive.”
“Then it’s all part of the planted evidence,” I informed them. “Whoever staged all the foolish scene on the bed, also grabbed up two waistcoats and the Totem Pole, made a bundle of them and deposited it in Miss Remsen’s boathouse.”
“Then why did she say she wanted them for patchwork——”