The wardrobe held nothing but women's clothes; rather too good for her position but none of them very new. Grant asked to see the contents of the chest of drawers, and she showed them sullenly. They were all quite normal. He asked where her boxes were.
"In the box room in the attic," she said.
"And what are the suitcases under the bed?"
She looked ready to strike him.
"Let me see what is in these."
"You have no right! Show me your warrant. I won't open anything for you."
"If you have nothing to hide, you can't possibly object to my seeing what is inside."
"I've lost the key."
"You're making me very suspicious."
She produced the key from a string around her neck and pulled out the first suitcase. Grant, watching her, thought for the first time that she was not all white. Something in her movements, in the texture of her hair, was — what? Negro? Indian? And then he remembered the South Sea Mission which Herbert had run.