“What sort of razor did he ordinarily use?”
“A safety razor always. At least I have never seen any others around.”
“There is a case of old-fashioned razors in the bathroom.”
She glanced toward the room and shrugged her shoulders. “Possibly he used others. I have not seen any.”
“It was you, I suppose, who cleaned up afterwards.”
“Cleaned up?”
“You who washed up the stains.”
“Stains? Oh, no, monsieur. Nothing of the sort has yet been done.”
I felt that she was telling the truth, so far as she knew it, and I then asked about the revolver.
“Do you know where Mr. Wells kept his revolver?”