"I'm not sure I ought to do this," she said, "but, as long as the authorities have ordered it, I guess I'm safe. This is what I get as a result of 'doing' Miss Fulton's nails."
He thanked her and reassured her.
Mattie appeared at the door to tell him his supper was ready. Before he sat down at the table, he telephoned Greenleaf.
"There's something else I want you to send to Charlotte with the Perry package."
"Same sort of thing?" inquired the chief.
"Yes—Miss Fulton's."
"Wow!" barked Greenleaf over the wire. "I never thought of that."
"That's all right, I nearly forgot it myself. How will you send for it?"
The chief thought a moment.
"I'll come after it myself," he said. "I'll be up there as soon as I see Withers. I want to talk to you about the inquest. It will be held at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning."