“Yes.”
“Was it on?”
“Yes.”
“Musical programme?”
“Uh huh.”
“Wouldn’t have heard a shot then, would you?”
The cab driver thought that over and said, “No, I don’t suppose I would — not so far down the street as where she made me stop.”
As the full implications of that dawned on Bertha Cool, she said, “What are you getting at? There wasn’t any shot.”
“How do you know?”
“I’d have heard it if there had been.”