“Not until a couple of hours had elapsed. I didn’t know just what to do. I was completely at a loss.”
“You haven’t been out of the room?”
“No, and, what’s more, I haven’t even dared to have then bring me anything to eat. I put a ‘don’t disturb’ sign on the door and sat tight. If, as the radio says, the police are looking for me — well—”
“Now we’re getting to it,” Bertha said. “Why don’t you want the police to find you?”
“I don’t mind,” Kosling said, “after I’ve found out exactly what happened; but from what I heard over the radio, that trap was set for me. Bollman simply happened to walk into it. That’s what I must clear up. I want to find out about who could want to kill me.”
“We’re coming to that,” Bertha said. “It’s a blind man.”
“How do you know?”
“From the way the trap was rigged up. Sergeant Sellers has given me everything the police have on it. It’s almost certain that it was a blind man who did it.”
“I can’t believe it’s possible. I can’t believe that one of my associates would do a thing like that.”
“How about someone else?”