“I had not. I never saw him more than three times, I think. And when I said——”
“Yes, I know what you said, and why. Don’t harp on that, Pol, but try to help me out in this Barry business. Can you see Barry going down there and shooting Gleason?”
Pollard was still for a minute; then he said:
“I suppose you mean, can I visualize Barry doing the thing. No, I can’t. To begin with, he hasn’t the nerve.”
“Oh, some quiet, inoffensive men pick up nerve on occasion.”
“Well, then, he hadn’t sufficient motive.”
“A lady in the case is frequently the motive.”
“I daresay. Well, here’s a final disclaimer. I was with Barry myself until about six o’clock that night. I hold he wouldn’t have had time to go down to Gleason’s after I left him, and get back and appear at Miss Lindsay’s at dinner time, quite unruffled and correct in dress and demeanor.”
“Are you sure he did do this?”
“Certainly; I was there myself.”