Nick had reached down again into the pocket in which he found the gloves. This time he fished out a lady’s pocket-book. Without opening it, he carried it across the room and gently pulled the glove from the stiffening fingers of the dead girl.
Then he rolled the three gloves and the pocket-book up together, and put them all away in an inside pocket of his coat.
“With your permission, I’ll take charge of these important articles of evidence,” he said to the coroner.
The latter nodded assent, and asked:
“What is in the pocket-book?”
“We’ll find out later when I’ve time to examine it. Now, we must get together our facts by questioning those people out there one at a time.”
“A good idea.”
“But, before we begin, I want to make a request.”
“Name it.”
“That you postpone the inquest from day to day till I have a chance to get to the very bottom of the mystery.”