“Take it easy,” I said, “I’m not as tight as all that,” and I walked over to where her clothes were lying. I touched her dress. It was warm. “You’ve just got out of this,” I said, picking it up.
“Where did you get that from?” she asked, startled, “I put all my clothes away before I went to bed.”
“Yeah? Well, there’s a complete outfit on this chair. Look, one of us is nuts and it ain’t me.”
She climbed out of bed and came over. “But, I haven’t had these things out of my trunk since we came here,” she said, uneasily.
“Okay,” I said dropping the dress. “Forget it. I don’t want to know where you’ve been tonight. You don’t have to lie so hard.”
“I’m not lying!” she said angrily, “you’re trying to make a fool out of me!”
“I couldn’t do that,” I said, suddenly feeling too tired to argue. “Go to sleep,” and I walked out and left her.
I don’t mind telling you it preyed on my mind. I couldn’t get to sleep and I began imagining all kinds of things. I could have swore that whoever it was who’d gone upstairs had been Myra. Yet it didn’t seem possible for her to get into bed and feign sleep in so short a time. Yet, that was what she must have done.
Why had she pretended to be asleep? What had she been up to? Or was she speaking the truth? That’s how it went on in my mind for nearly the rest of the night. But, I did eventually get some sleep.
The next morning, while I was shaving, Doc Ansell came into my room.