Vevi noticed a piece of canvas lying in the gutter.
Putting down her skirtful of bulbs for a moment, she picked it up.
“Why, this is a bag,” she said in astonishment. “It must have held some of the tulips.”
“Someone dumped them here,” Jane agreed. “I can’t understand why, either. They look like perfectly good bulbs to me.”
Vevi examined the canvas bag carefully. She noticed that it bore numbers and was stamped “Holland.”
“That means these are imported bulbs,” she declared. “This empty bag looks just like the one I have at home. The number is different though.”
“You don’t think Hanny or her uncle dumped these tulips here?” Connie asked.
“I’m sure they didn’t,” Vevi replied. “Maybe it was Mrs. Gabriel.”
“Why should she do such a thing?” demanded Jane.
“It seems silly,” Vevi agreed soberly. “All the same, this bag looks like some she had in her car. She told me her big Holland order had just been delivered.”