"It's at the very bottom of the top left-hand drawer of the chest of drawers, in a box that had a scent-bottle in."
Barker called in a man, and gave him the key and the instructions. "And see you leave everything as you get it," Mrs. Wallis said tartly to the emissary.
When the man had gone, Grant pushed a piece of paper across his desk to her and ex-tended a pen. "Will you write your name and address there?" he said.
She took the pen in her left hand, and rather laboriously wrote what he had asked.
"You remember when I went to see you before the inquest?"
"Yes."
"You weren't left-handed then."
"I can use either hand for most things. There's a name for it, but I forget what it is. But when I'm doing anything very special, I use my left. Rosie, she's left-handed too. And so was my father."
"Why didn't you come before and tell us this story?" Barker asked.
"I didn't think you would get any one unless you got me. But when I saw in the paper that the police had a good case, and all that, I thought something would have to be done. And then today I went to the court to have a look at 'im." So she had been in that crowded court today without Grant having seen her! "'E didn't look bad even if he was foreign-looking. And 'e looked very ill. So I just went 'ome and cleared up and come along."