“Gray?”
“Maybe—but more like olive green—dull olive.”
“Overcoat?”
“Yes, of course. Dark, plain, but with an air.”
Prescott looked at the old maid interestedly. How should she know when men’s clothes had an air?
“I’m very observant,” she said, catching his expression.
“I’m fond of clothes, though I never had a smart gown in my life. But I know when people are well-dressed.”
“The man went in then, before the girl came out?”
“Why, yes; but I never saw or heard the girl come out.”
“Did you see or hear the man come out?”