“And told them there was a prowler about the place?”
“Yes.”
“You should have reported it as an assault case and you’d have got quicker action,” Sellers rebuked mildly.
“I’m afraid we were terribly excited — and helpless. It’s an all-gone feeling when two women are alone in a house.”
“I know how you must have felt,” Sellers said.
Bertha, lying on the bed with her eyes closed, reflected that Carlotta had very carefully avoided making any reference whatever to her telephone conversation with Nunnely.
Mrs. Goldring said, “I suppose that detectives all work that way, going around boring holes through people’s walls so they can see what’s going on, but I think it’s—”
Sergeant Sellers interjected. “I’m not too certain she bored that hole.”
“She must have. It was just at the right height for her eyes. She could look right in and see what was happening.”
Sellers said, “It took time and tools to bore that hole. There’s an insulated fire wall between the garage and the house— Of course, the height of the hole might tell us something about the height of the person who bored it, but then the height of the hole may have been determined by the necessity of boring behind that picture. I think that’s the real explanation for the position of the hole.”