"Nothing about the murder, on my honour," protested Downey.

Kennedy leaned over suddenly and shot a remark at him, "Then it
was about the note."

Downey was surprised, but not quickly enough. Still he seemed to
be considering something, and in a moment he said:

"I don't know what it was about, but I feel it is my duty, after
all, to tell you. I heard her say, 'I wonder if he knew.'"

"Nothing else?"

"Nothing else."

"What happened after you came back?"

"We entered the ladies' department. No one was there. A woman's
automobile-coat was thrown over a chair in a heap. Mr. Bruce
picked it up. 'It's Mrs. Parker's,' he said. He wrapped it up
hastily, and rang for a messenger."

"Where did he send it?"

"To Mrs. Parker, I suppose. I didn't hear the address."

We next went over the whole suite of offices, conducted by Mr.
Downey. I noted how carefully Kennedy looked into the directors'
room through the open door from the ladies' department. He stood