"But you did know that you yourself weren't coming back, of course. You knew that, didn't you?"
"Why, no, sir, I didn't know that I wasn't coming back. I thought I was."
"Pretty clever. Pretty clever," thought Mason to himself, but not saying so, and then, rapidly: "And so in order to make everything easy and natural as possible for you to come back, you took your own bag with you and left hers up there. Is that the way? How about that?"
"But I didn't take it because I was going away. We decided to put our lunch in it."
"We, or you?"
"We."
"And so you had to carry that big bag in order to take a little lunch along, eh? Couldn't you have taken it in a paper, or in her bag?"
"Well, her bag was full, and I didn't like to carry anything in a paper."
"Oh, I see. Too proud and sensitive, eh? But not too proud to carry a heavy bag all the way, say twelve miles, in the night to Three Mile Bay, and not ashamed to be seen doing it, either, were you?"
"Well, after she was drowned and I didn't want to be known as having been up there with her, and had to go along——"