My room was now tidy and my jacket was over the back of a chair. Frances's bags were not in the first pocket I tried, but I found them in the other pocket, and I ran downstairs again.
Dinner was a happy meal, and afterwards we decided to have coffee outside. I went to get my jacket and took up the flower at the same time. I put the carefully on my table and I took my jacket from the chair. Something fell out of the pocket and as I bent down to pick it up, I felt the cold metal of a knife - Peter's knife. But when I had come up to get Frances's bags, I had felt in both pockets. The knife had not been there then.