Bobby entered with a quicker pulse. He, too, stooped and looked in the opening. Abruptly everything altered for him. He wondered that his physical surroundings should remain the same, that the eager faces beside him should retain their familiar lines.
Against the back-board of the bureau, where it would fit neatly when the drawer was in place, lay a plaster cast of a footmark. Near by was a rumpled handkerchief that Bobby recognized as his own, and the envelope, containing Howells's report which they had told Jenkins to hide.
"Well?" Robinson grinned.
"I swear I didn't know they were there," Bobby answered. "You'll never make me believe that Katherine knows it."
"I've guessed," Rawlins said, "that the stuff was hidden here ever since this afternoon when I saw a small bundle sneaked in."
"Who brought it?" Bobby took him up.
Robinson's grin expanded.
"Leave us one or two surprises to spring in court."
"Then," Bobby said, "my cousin wasn't in the room when this evidence was brought here."
"I'll admit that," Rawlins answered, "but she wasn't far away, and she got here before I could investigate, and she's kept the door locked ever since until just now."