“I want to ask you now about this hatpin,” the coroner said, picking up the pretty but sinister little weapon. “You were the first to discover the—the use to which it had been put.”
“Yes, I saw it and called Mr. Chinley’s attention to it.”
“Had you seen it before?”
“Not that I can recollect.”
“You had a visitor during the evening?”
“Yes, Miss Clevedon.”
“Did she remove her hat?”
“Yes, she had been caught in the rain, and her hat was very wet. I advised her to take it off and dry it before my fire.”
“Did she do that?”
“Yes.”