"Well, in my opinion he buried it."
"Where do you think it is buried?"
"I think it is in this neighborhood."
"What makes you think so?"
"Well, last Monday night I was standing on Ninth and Plum and Jackson came along. He had a valise, and asked me to go with him. I told him I didn't care to, and he left. He had the same valise which is now in the possession of the police with the blood stains in it."
"What do you think became of her jacket?"
"Why, she didn't wear a jacket. It was a long fur cape. I don't think he could get it in the valise with the head."
"What do you think became of it?"
"Well, I can't say as to that. These things have all come to me, and I may recollect something else after awhile."