She smoothed her ample lap, and looked at him more graciously. “Yes,” she said, “I was relieved to find that the unfortunate occurrence of yesterday was open to another explanation.”
“I have yet,” he said curtly, “to hear the explanation.” Confound the woman’s impudence!
“Exactly,” she said slowly. “Exactly. Well, it turns out that the parcel you left behind you when you”—for an instant a smile broke the rubicund placidity of her face—“when you retired so hurriedly contained a pelisse.”
“Indeed?” he said drily.
“Yes; and a letter.”
“Oh?”
“Yes; a letter from a lady who has for some years taken an interest in Miss Smith. The pelisse proved to be a gift from her.”
“Then I fail to see——”
“Exactly,” Miss Sibson interposed blandly, indeed too blandly. “You fail to see why you came to be selected as the bearer? So do I. Perhaps you can explain that.”
“No,” he answered shortly. “Nor is that my affair. What I fail to see, Madam, is why Miss Smith did not at once suspect that the present came from the lady in question.”