“No one except Billie,” said Edina.
“Well, now, think hard. This may be quite important. Did you hold the pocketbook in your hand every moment from the time you took it from the trunk to the moment you opened it in the Molata bank?”
Edina pondered the question, brows knitted.
“I—I think so.”
“Thinking won’t do,” said Ray inexorably. “Don’t you know?”
Edina thought again and finally shook her head in miserable bewilderment.
“I can’t be absolutely sure—I don’t seem to remember very well. I’m practically sure I didn’t lay down that there pocketbook for a minute, but——”
“Yes you did, Edina!” Billie cried triumphantly.
“Where—when——” stuttered Edina.
“You put it down on the table for a minute while you went to the bathroom at the last moment to wash your hands. Don’t you remember?”