They unlocked cabinets, scrutinized their contents, shook out books, examined the backs of pictures, took up rugs; then passed into Larry's bedroom.

Miss Sherwood made no move to follow the officers into that more intimate apartment, and the other two watchers remained with her.
A minute passed.

Then Gavegan reentered, a puzzled, half-triumphant look on his red face, holding out a square of paint-covered canvas.
"Found this thing in Brainard's chiffonier.

What the he--I mean what's it doing out here ?" There was not an instant's doubt as to what the thing was.

Larry started, and Hunt started, and Miss Sherwood started.