“And this one, too?”
“Yes, sir; that, too. Where did you get them?”
“This one,” designating the first one, “was found in the private office of Victor Redway this evening.
“This one,” elevating the other glove, “was dropped in the law office of John Woodford, just across the street from Redway’s office.”
The woman had turned deadly pale, and Nick thought once she would faint again. So he gave her time to rally, which she did quite bravely. Then he went on:
“When you dropped the last glove in Woodford’s office you were sitting at his window watching a scene going on in Redway’s office, just across the street.
“In that scene a girl in Redway’s office was trying to get this other glove, the mate, on her left hand.”
Nick paused long enough to make his recital the more dramatic.
“While she was thus engaged, and while you were watching her, somebody killed her, shot her—murdered her in cowardly, cold blood.”
Mrs. Lock sat as if chiseled from stone. If she had the power of speech, she made no[{50}] attempt to use it. So Nick concluded the dramatic situation.