Edina nodded, twisting the silk handkerchief nervously between her fingers.
“You say that was the last time you saw it?”
Again Edina nodded.
“What did you do with it last night?”
“I put it in my trunk and locked it. It has a queer lock with a key that looks like a humped-backed old man. No ordinary key could open that lock!” She looked pleadingly at Billie.
“What did you do with the key?”
“Slept with it on a string around my neck. I sleep light, too. Nobody could possibly ’a’ got that key off my neck without me knowin’ it.”
Billie nodded and was thoughtful for some time.
“How about to-day?”
“All day long my pocketbook has been in the locked trunk and the key was around my neck,” said Edina doggedly. “No one could ’a’ touched it without first knockin’ me dead, Billie.”