Sellers said, “If you’re telling the truth, you can thank your lucky stars that the blind man got home first.”
“What do you mean?”
“A trap gun had been arranged so that when a person entered the house, he pulled against a thin wire, and that pulled the trigger on this four hundred and ten gauge shotgun. The moral of that is not to go wandering around strange houses just because the door’s open.”
“Why kill a man that way?” Bertha asked.
“Probably so someone would cook up a good alibi.”
Bertha thought that over.
“Well,” Sergeant Sellers said, “you’ll have to come in and take a look at him to make an identification. How old would you say this man was?”
“Oh, fifty-five or sixty.”
“He doesn’t look that old to me, and his eyes look all right.”
“How long’s he been dead?” Bertha asked.