It was very evident to me that a fresh coverlet had been put on the bed and fresh sheets. How it could have been done in so short a time was a marvel to me.
The doctor put his hand on the coverlet.
"That is quite cold," he reported, "there can be no question of a doubt about that."
"Let me try inside the bed," I suggested; "that may tell a different tale."
I turned down the bedclothes, and put my hand into the bed. It was distinctly warm!
"Now," I said, turning to the doctor, "do you believe me or not?"
He put his hand into the bed.
"Yes," he answered, "it is certainly warm. I don't know what to make of it."
I thrust my hand once more deep beneath the clothes, and this time it encountered something and closed on it. I glanced at it as I drew it out.
It was a lady's handkerchief.