"No, no," she insisted, "you must tell me. Please, the right hand or the left?"
"I use both hands," he answered, and she wrote it down.
"Now," she continued, "you have a chest of drawers in your room with two brass dogs fighting about the lock plates?"
Kittredge stared at her. "How the devil did you know that?"
"Never mind. You usually keep the right-hand upper drawer locked, don't you?"
"That's true."
"Do you remember going to this drawer any time lately and finding it unlocked?"
He thought a moment. "No, I don't."
Alice hesitated, and then, with a flush of embarrassment, she went on bravely: "Now, Lloyd, I come to the hardest part. You must help me and—and not think that I am hurt or—or jealous."
"Well?"