Mr. Jenner. Just how he was carrying them, you are uncertain, but you are certain that he had articles of clothing on hangers?
Mr. Bledsoe. On coathangers.
Mr. Jenner. Were—would they be wooden coathangers or the metal?
Mrs. Bledsoe. Metal ones.
Mr. Jenner. The type you get when you send clothes to the cleaners and they come back on these wire, metal hangers, what—was that the type?
Mrs. Bledsoe. Well, I imagine. I couldn't tell. Now, I—no; I didn't pay any attention to him.
Mr. Jenner. Your recollection serves you now that there were hangers, but you cannot recall whether they were the wire type or whether they were wooden?
Mrs. Bledsoe. When he left, he just carried them off. I never did look at his clothes at all.
Mr. Jenner. You impress me as a lady that wouldn't be fussing around?
Mrs. Bledsoe. I didn't care enough about it. All I wanted him to do was rent the room.