The coroner spoke kindly to her, and really seemed to take more notice of her embarrassment, and make more effort to put her at her ease than he had done with Miss Lloyd.
“Is it Miss Lloyd's bag?”
“I don't think so, sir.”
“Don't you know? As her personal maid, you must be acquainted with her belongings.”
“Yes, sir. No, it isn't hers, sir.”
But as this statement was made after a swift but noticeable glance of inquiry at her mistress, a slight distrust of Elsa formed in my own mind, and probably in the minds of others.
“She has one like this, has she not?”
“She—she did have, sir; but she—she gave it to me.”
“Yes? Then go and get it and let us see it.”
“I haven't it now, sir. I—I gave it away.”