“Why?”
“Because the glove she partly put on that hand is not her own.”
“Not her own? Why, man, how do you know?”
“Because it is fully a size too small for her.”
“But——”
“You would say she has it partly on. That is true, but if you examine it carefully you will see that the fingers would not even go in as far as the ends. The glove could not have been forced on her hands.[{12}]”
“Then whose is it?”
“I don’t know,” said Nick, who meanwhile had walked across the office and was examining a woman’s light sack which hung from a hook on the wall. “It certainly didn’t belong to her, for here is the pair she used.”
He held up a pair of gloves of an entirely different color, and probably several sizes larger than that which was partially on the hand of the corpse.
“Well, by Jove!” muttered the coroner.