"What is in there?"
"Nothing that I can see, except that it is stained."
"What is it stained with?"
"It looks like blood?"
"Don't you know it is blood?"
Jackson's face flushed and his eyes twitched. He pulled his mustache and ran his fingers through his hair. He was only a moment answering, but it appeared to be an hour to those who were waiting for a reply. He finally moistened his lips with his tongue and said:
"I think it is blood, but I have not examined it carefully."
"Well, then, examine it carefully."
Jackson picked up the valise and held it close to his face. He peered down the blood-stained bag and his eyes rolled around his head. He put his hand to his forehead and slowly said:
"Yes, that is blood."