"How were you dressed ?" "How was I dressed?
Let me think.

I wore a heavy overcoat, I know," said Mr.Milburgh, "for the night was chilly and a little foggy, if you remember." "Where was the revolver ?" "In the overcoat pocket," replied Milburgh immediately.
"Had you your overcoat on ?" Milburgh thought for a moment.
"No, I had not.

I had hung it up on a hook at the foot of the bed, near the alcove which I believe Miss Rider used as a wardrobe." "And when you went out to telephone, had you your overcoat ?" "No, that I am perfectly certain about," said Milburgh readily.

"I remember thinking later how foolish it was to bring an overcoat out and not use it." "Go on," said Tarling.
"Well, I reached the station, called up the hotel, and to my surprise and annoyance Miss Rider did not answer.

I asked the porter who answered my 'phone call whether he had seen a young lady dressed in so-and-so waiting in the lounge, and he replied 'no.' Therefore," said Mr.Milburgh emphatically, "you will agree that it is possible that Miss Rider was not either at the station or at the hotel, and there was a distinct possibility that she had doubled back." "We want the facts," interrupted Whiteside.