“Do you know this?” asked Rivers.
“I couldn’t get Rodman to admit it, but when I taxed him with something of the sort, he flew into such a rage that I’m sure I struck the truth.”
“Where’s Rodman now?”
“The Department of Justice has his case in hand. They’ll look after him. But I don’t see how we can connect him with the murder of Gately. I don’t for a minute doubt he’d be quite capable of it, but he wasn’t there at the time.”
“Was Sadie Kent?” and Rivers frowned thoughtfully.
“Not at the time of the shooting. Brice, here, can testify to that.”
“Not unless she was in hiding,” I said, “and she wasn’t, for I looked in the cupboards and all that. We seem to have proved Sadie there before the murderer was, but I don’t suspect her of shooting Gately.”
“Nor I,” agreed Wise, “but it was unusual for her to go to Mr. Gately’s office. It must be that she had grown more daring of late, and had some hold over Gately, so that she felt safe in going there.”
“Can’t they get all that out of Sadie?”
“She’s a slippery sort. She pretends to speak frankly, but what she tells means little and is misleading.”