Spread the things out on that side table," he continued, turning to the detective.
"Let Miss Lennard look them over." Celia performed the task required of her with dislike--it seemed somehow as if she were inspecting the dead woman afresh.

She hurried over the task.
"All these things are hers, of course," she said.

"That's the suit-case she had with her when she left me at Hull, and that's the coat I gave her--and the other things are hers, too.

Oh--I don't like looking at them.

Can't we go, please ?" "One moment," said the chief.