“We’ll not try to connect it up for the present,” Kittering said, scowling across at Perry Mason.
“Very well, the objection is well taken and is sustained.”
“Did you go back for the dishes?” Kittering asked.
“Yes, that’s right. I went back about quarter of an hour before I was scheduled to go off duty.”
“That would be ten-forty-five.”
“Just about. They hadn’t called, so I went back.”
“And what did you find?”
“The door was slightly open. I don’t know who was in the bedroom. The door was closed. My dishes were empty and stacked on the tray. There was nothing for me to hesitate over. I’d had my tip, and, gosh, I don’t know... I had an idea maybe there was a jane in there. Well, you know what I mean — well, anyway, that he didn’t want to be disturbed.”
“Do you know whether anyone was in the bedroom?”
“I think so, yeah. I think I heard someone in there. There was a jane’s handkerchief — I mean a woman’s handkerchief on the side of the table right by the napkin.”