“Why, I—I was coming from the—the garage——”
“Where you had been talking to Fulton?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right, go on.”
“And I was going—going to go up to Mrs. Wheeler’s room. I thought she might want me. And as I went by the veranda, I saw the man. He was a big man, and he carried a bugle.”
“He didn’t blow on it?”
“No, sir. Just waved it about like.”
“You didn’t see that he had a pistol?”
“I—I couldn’t say, sir.”
“Of course you couldn’t,” said Keefe. “Men with pistols don’t brandish them until they get ready to shoot.”