"Whatever sort of bag might it have been, Joe ?" There had come across her--just right in her middle, like--such a strange sensation, a curious kind of tremor, or fluttering.
She was at a loss to account for it.
"Just a hand-bag," said Joe Chandler vaguely.

"A woman I spoke to -- cross-examining her, like--who was positive she had seen him, said, 'Just a tall, thin shadow--that's what he was, a tall, thin shadow of a man--with a bag.'" "With a bag ?" repeated Mrs.Bunting absently.

"How very strange and peculiar--" "Why, no, not strange at all.

He has to carry the thing he does the deed with in something, Mrs.Bunting.

We've always wondered how he hid it.