"
"Then how do you account for Mrs. Pitman's broken knife, with the
blade in your room?"
"I have no theory about it. She may have broken it herself. She had
used it the day before to lift tacks out of a carpet."
That was true; I had.
"That early Monday morning was cold, was it not?"
"Yes. Very."
"Why did your wife leave without her fur coat?"
"I did not know she had until we had left the house. Then I did not
ask her. She would not speak to me."
"I see. But is it not true that, upon a wet fur coat being shown you
as your wife's, you said it could not be hers, as she had taken hers
with her?"
"I do not recall such a statement."
"You recall a coat being shown you?"
"Yes. Mrs. Pitman brought a coat to my door, but I was working on a
play I am writing, and I do not remember what I said. The coat was
ruined. I did not want it. I probably said the first thing I thought
of to get rid of the woman."
I got up at that. I'd held my peace about the bread-knife, but this
was too much. However, the moment I started to speak, somebody pushed
me back into my chair and told me to be quiet.
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