“No, sir, it had not.”
“Was there mud on the tires?”
“Yes, but as it was of much the same character as the mud in Mr. Bellamy’s own drive, we attached no particular importance to it.”
“Was there any grease on the car?”
“No, sir; we made a very thorough inspection. There was no trace of grease.”
“Did you find anything else of consequence on the premises, sergeant?”
“I picked up a kind of lunch box in the shrubbery outside, and in the dining room, on a chair in the corner, I found a black cape—chiffon, I expect you call it—a black lace scarf and a little black silk bag with a shiny clasp that looked like diamonds.”
“Did you keep a list of the contents of the bag?”
“I did.”
“Have you it with you?”