Kells said: “What about Dave?”
“Maybe Doc socked Dave.”
“She’d cheer.”
“Maybe.” Cullen got up and walked to a window. “Maybe she cheered and squeezed the heater at the same time. That’s been done, you know.”
Kells shook his head. “I don’t see it,” he said. “There are too many other angles.”
“You wouldn’t see it.” Cullen turned from the window, grinned. “You don’t know anything about feminine psychology—”
Kells said: “I invented it.”
Cullen spread his mouth into a wide thin line, nodded ponderously. “Sure,” he said, “there are a lot of boys sitting up in Quentin counting their fingers who invented it too.” He walked to the stair and back. “Anyway, you had a pretty good hunch when you left Exhibit A on the floor.”
“I’m superstitious. I haven’t carried a gun for over a year,” Kells smiled a little.
Cullen said: “Another angle — she’s Fay’s sister.”