“Well, there were two old sweaters and a swiss dress that had shrunk quite small, and a wrapper, and some blouses and a coat.”
“What kind of a coat, Miss Roberts?”
“A light flannel coat—a kind of sports coat, you might call it,” said Miss Roberts clearly; but those who craned forward sharply enough could see the knuckles whiten on the small, square, capable hands.
“Cream-coloured flannel?”
“Well, more of a biscuit, I’d call it,” replied Mrs. Ives’s maid judicially.
“The coat that Mrs. Ives had been wearing the evening before, wasn’t it?”
“I believe it was, sir.”
“Did you see the condition of this coat before you packed it, Miss Roberts?”
“No, sir, I didn’t. It wasn’t I that packed it.”
“Not you? Who did pack it?”