"Have you washed it yet?"
"No, miss. You see, I--"
"Then don't. I want that glass, just as it is. Was the lame man sitting beside her?"
"No. When I brought her the soda he was comin' out of the garage with the other fellow. He was carryin' a package wrapped in newspaper and he says as how he was takin' some part of the engine back to the shop. He spoke kind of funny, like a foreigner, I thought. And all dolled up in a light suit and a cane. Why, he'd even got lemon colored gloves on for all his lameness and the big boot he wore!"
"Did the girl and the other man wear gloves?"
"The man put them on when he started to tinker with the car, I remember. But the girl had no gloves on."
"You're sure?"
"Oh, yes, miss, because I noticed her shiny pink finger nails, particular. I thought at the time that washin' dishes couldn't be no part of her life."
"That's fine, Lizzie. You make a splendid witness."
"Thanks, miss. I got a good look at the lame man, too. He had a funny little black mustache like they wear in the movies and little gold knobs in his ears--what do think of that!" Lizzie paused dramatically as she gave this choice bit of information.