“Why did you fear that?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” She was almost flippant now. “Those detectives are so queer, they’re likely to suspect anybody. And they said the weapon used was a round, sharp instrument, so—so I hid the thing.”
“You didn’t use that to kill him?”
“Oh, no!”
“What did you use?”
“I didn’t kill him.”
“Who did?”
“I think he killed himself.”
“Mr. Adams,” Trask turned to the old man, “please leave us two alone for a few moments. I ask you as a personal favor.”
Without a word Old Salt left the room.