"No, folks, I'm afraid the suicide theory is no good.... Now,
Judge Marshall," and he turned again to the creator of the biggest
sensation since the investigation into Nita Selim's death had got under
way, "you say that Mrs. Selim herself put the gun away.... Will you
explain the circumstances?"
The elderly man's face had gone yellowish again. "Certainly! Nita Selim
and I were the last to leave the back garden. She was particularly poor
at the sport--never made a bull's eye during the four or five Sunday
mornings after Lois--Mrs. Dunlap--drew her into our set. She begged for
a few more shots, and I stayed with her, after the others had gone into
the house for--er--refreshment. She fired the last bullet in the chamber
of the Colt's, and together we walked to the house, entering the little
room at the rear where all sorts of sports equipment are kept--fishing
rods and tackle, golf clubs, bows and arrows, skis, etc. She was
carrying the gun, unscrewing the silencer as we walked. It is my habit
to keep the pistol and the silencer in a drawer in a little corner
cupboard--"
"Locked, up?" Dundee asked sharply.
"Usually locked, but not always, I am afraid," Judge Marshall answered
reluctantly.
"And you saw Mrs. Selim place the gun and the silencer in the drawer?"
"I--thought I did, but I was really not watching closely.
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