I said, “Not necessarily. Simply because that’s a thirty-eight caliber gun doesn’t mean it’s the same gun with which Craig was killed.”
“Why are you protecting her?” Hale asked suspiciously.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Perhaps because I don’t want you sticking your neck out.”
“How do you mean?”
I said, “Making positive statements accusing a person of crime is sometimes dangerous, unless you have the information necessary to back them up.”
Hale nodded. “That’s so,” he said. “Of course, there’s nothing to prove that the gun goes with the newspaper clippings.”
I pointed out, “The newspaper clippings could have been placed in that desk drawer, and worked on down through the opening in back. The gun couldn’t. The gun was placed there deliberately.”
Hale said, “Let me think.”
I said, “While you’re thinking, I’d better know exactly why you wanted Roberta Fenn, and who your client IS.”
“No. That doesn’t enter into the picture.”