“No, I suppose not,” Sellers agreed. “What happened after that?”
“I didn’t rent the last cabin until around eleven o’clock. That was the cabin that was right next to this one. It was a double cabin, and the way it’s arranged it’s a white elephant. A party of four showed up and wanted the place. I took them down to get them located, and when I did, I noticed that the lights were on in this other cabin and the radio was playing.”
“You hadn’t had any complaints before that?”
“No, I don’t think any of the other cottages would have noticed it so much. But this vacant double was right next to it and you could hear pretty plain. The four people said they were tired and wanted to get to sleep, so I said I’d get the party next door to quiet down.”
“Go ahead,” Sellers said.
“I’ve told all this before.”
“Tell it again.”
“I went over and knocked on the door. Nothing happened. I knocked louder. Nothing happened. I tried the door. It was locked from the inside. I got mad and punched the key out and used my pass-key to get in. There they were, lying on the floor. Blood all over my carpet, and me trying to run a decent place! I’d put in a new carpet there only three months ago, trying to keep the place attractive. That’s the way it goes and—”
“And you called the police?”
“That’s right — and while you’re here I wish you’d tell me something — I’d collected the money for that double cabin from the four people. They got angry when they heard the police cars and all the commotion, and insisted that I give them their money back. I told them they’d rented the cabin and that if they were decent people with clean consciences, they could go to sleep and a little noise of automobiles coming and going wouldn’t hurt anyone. They said they were going to have me arrested if I didn’t give them the money back. Can they do that?”