“I see,” Sellers said with ponderous disbelief. “You wanted a blind man to help you on some of your problems, is that it?”
“I wanted to see the man,” Bertha Cool said, getting back some of her customary belligerency, “and I’m not going to tell you what I wanted to see him about. It’s an entirely different case, and I can’t afford to tip my hand on it. Now, does that clear things up?”
“Very definitely,” Sergeant Sellers said, as though Bertha Cool’s statement made her definitely the number one suspect in the case. “And this blind man was lying there dead, is that right?”
“Yes.”
“Face down you say?”
“Yes.”
“He’d been shot?”
“I think so.”
“You don’t know?”
“No, I didn’t perform any post-mortem on the body. There was a small shotgun there. I didn’t stop to examine it. I saw what the score was and got out of there.”