"How long since you left the Islands?" he asked conversationally.
"About — " She stopped, and finished immediately, "I don't know what you're talking about."
The first suitcase was empty. The second was full to the brim with men's clothes.
"Male impersonator?" asked Grant, who in spite of his swollen feet and aching head was beginning to feel happier. "Or just old clothes dealer?"
"These are the clothes of my dead fiancé. I'll thank you not to be funny about them."
"Didn't your fiance wear a coat?"
"Yes, but it was mussed up when he was killed."
"Oh? How was he killed?" Grant asked amiably, his hands running through the clothes.
"Motor accident."
"You disappoint me."