“Would a woman have packed it that way?”
She shook her head, and said, “This was a soiled blouse. It had been worn. But still she wouldn’t have packed it so carelessly that…”
“Wait a minute. What do you mean it had been worn?”
“I mean it was soiled. She’d been wearing it.”
I said, “If you were going to keep a rendezvous in a motor court with a man you loved, if you were stepping out on your husband, would you carry soiled clothes along?”
“Certainly not. You mean this bag was all she had?”
“That’s right.”
“What did the man have?”
“Nothing.”
Elsie started looking through the bag, making an inventory.