“Smell anything?” she asked.
“There’s just a trace of perfume,” agreed Helen.
“Ever smell that before?” Janet was insistent.
“It does seem kind of familiar, but I don’t know where.”
“Wasn’t it in the studio?” Janet was pressing hard for an answer.
“Perhaps it was.”
“Someone in our company?”
Helen looked frankly alarmed and finally a wave of comprehension swept over her.
“You mean Rachel Nesbit?”
Janet nodded. “That’s just who I mean. This sheet is scented with the same perfume Rachel uses. Of course hundreds of others may use it, too, but it at least gives us a clue. And this printing, disguised though it is, is that of a woman.”