“I don’t think so,” I replied. “I’ve never seen her do so,—and she doesn’t seem that type. And then,—the initials——”
“Oh, well, she might have had some of her friends’ cigarettes with her. I was only thinking it must have been a pretty intimate caller who would sit here and smoke with Mr. Gately—here are his own cigar stubs you see and of course, Miss Raynor came into my mind. Eliminating her we have, maybe, the lady of the hatpin.”
“And the powder-paper!” cried Norah.
“Yes, they all seem to point to a very friendly caller, who smoked, who took off her hat, and who powdered her nose, all in this room, and all on the day Mr. Gately was killed. For, of course, the whole place was cleaned and put in order every day.”
“And there was the carriage check,” I mused; “perhaps she left that.”
“Carriage check?” asked Wise.
“Yes, a card like a piece of Swiss cheese,—you know those perforated carriage-call checks?”
“I do. Where is it?”
“Hudson took it. But he won’t get anything out of it, and you might.”
“Perhaps. I must see it, anyway. Also, I want to see Jenny,—the young stenographer who was——”