"He's not exactly jovial."
"He's a lemon! Just a plain juicy lemon. And I think she was a nut for marrying him."
"But—" Carroll proceeded cautiously—"you made the remark just now that something was the queerest thing. What did you mean by that?"
"Oh! I guess I was crazy—or something. But she got sore at me when I asked her—"
"Who?"
"Sis."
"What did you ask her?"
"Why—" she looked up innocently—"about that suit-case!"
"What suit-case? When was it?"
"It was the day before Mr. Warren died—I always remember everything now by that date. Anyway—I went in her room that morning to ask something about what I should take to Hazel's—and what do you think she was doing?"