darting brilliantly to immediate comprehension at its target—target—gun?— gun . Her face was bleak ivory. “What did you say, Lieutenant?”
“I had just asked you, Miss Roberts, what you did with the gun, and you told me that you put it back again in the bottom of your trunk.”
Her eyes, as she looked at him, were strangely devoid of fear.
“Then if I told you that, you’ll find it there.”
“It wasn’t the wisest place to put it, Miss Roberts.”
“It doesn’t matter much.”
“You mean you don’t care?”
“Not just that. I’m speaking about the gun. I never fired it.”
“Then why did you hide it?”
“Because it’s illegal to have a gun.”
“Then why did you have one, Miss Roberts?”
“It’s one my brother gave me over twelve years ago. I’ve always kept it with me.”
“What calibre is it?”
“A Colt .38.”
The bullet in Lieutenant Valcour’s pocket had been fired from a Colt .38.
“And tonight you were going to use it to save Mr. Endicott by shooting him.”