"I'll bite," he answered with assumed jocularity—"what was she doing?"
"Packing a suit-case!"
"No?" Carroll was keenly interested—struggling not to show it.
"Yes, sir. I asked her what was she doing it for—and that's when she got peeved. I told you she was a queer one."
"Indeed she must be. Packing a suit-case—"
"And that ain't all that was funny about that, either, Mr. Carroll."
"No? What else about it was peculiar?"
"That suit-case—" and Evelyn lowered her voice to an impressive whisper—"was gone from the house the next day—and the day after it showed up again and when I asked Sis wasn't that funny she told me to mind my own business!"