“No. My associates knew my house, the people who are in my little club. They’re not all blind. One of them has both legs and an arm off. There’s seven of us who are blind.”
“That leaves six others besides yourself. Are they familiar with your house?”
“Yes. They’ve all been there. They’ve all seen Freddie.”
“Who’s Freddie?”
“My pet bat.”
“I see. Had him long?”
“Quite a while. I leave my door open because of him.”
“Well, Sellers thinks the trap was baited for you by another blind man. That leaves six suspects. Is that right?”
“I suppose so.”
“Why did Bollman go to your house?”