"Yes."
"You left that door closed that day?"
"Yes."
Again there was a pause.
"Smell anything?" asked The Thinking Machine.
"No."
"You figure that the THING, as you call it, must have been just about in the door?"
"Yes."
"Too bad you didn't notice the handwriting--that is, whether it seemed to be a man's or a woman's."
"I think, under the circumstances, I would be excused for omitting that," was the reply.