“And why did he have to shoot a fourth bullet in order to account for the third bullet?”
“Because,” I said, “he was wearing the third bullet.”
Sellers looked at me for four or five seconds, his eyes blinking as he tried to digest the idea. Then he said, “It’s a theory, all right. Nothing but a theory, but it’s a theory.”
I said, “There’s a lot more to it than a theory. Where were the woman’s clothes when you found the bodies?”
“Part of them were on and the rest of them were — let’s see, I guess the rest of them were in the suitcase.”
I said, “That does it. A woman who is undressing in a motor court on a week-end party wouldn’t take off her blouse, roll it up and then jam it in the suitcase. At the time of the shooting, that suitcase was lying open. Her blouse was on the chair by the suitcase. The murderer got in a panic and wadded that blouse into a bundle and jammed it in the suitcase, then closed the suitcase.”
“You seem to know a lot about it,” Sellers said, and then added significantly, “You should. You were there, camped in the motor court at the time.”
Sellers thought that over, then said suddenly, “By gosh, we’re beginning to get somewhere now! I want you folks to remember every word this guy’s saying. He was there at the time. If it was a murder, he did it.”
“I didn’t do it,” I said, “because I’m not wearing that third bullet.”
I said, “Take a look at the photos that show the interior of that room where the bodies were found. Look at the towels hanging on the towel rack.”