"No, I can't. But I can tell you that about a week before he left to go — left here — a small parcel came by post for him. It was waiting for him when he came home one evening. He came home that night before Jerry — Mr. Lamont."
"Do you mean as small a parcel as this?"
"Not quite, but as big as that would be with wrapping round it."
But the man in Gallio & Stein's had said that Sorrell had taken the brooch away with him. "Can you remember what day that was?"
"I wouldn't swear to it, but I think it was the Thursday before he left."
On Tuesday, Sorrell had taken the little parcel from the jeweller, and on Thursday evening the little parcel had been delivered at Sorrell's rooms. The inference was obvious. The woman had refused his offering.
"What was the writing on the parcel like?"
"It was addressed only on the label, and the address was printed."
"Did Sorrell show any emotion on opening it?"
"I wasn't there when he opened it."