“Yes,” Sergeant Holcomb said. “Mrs. Breel, you went out there to Austin Cullens’ house, didn’t you?”
“I don’t remember.”
“You knew where Austin Cullens lived, didn’t you?”
“I can’t even remember that.”
“His name’s on the address book at your brother’s office, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so, yes... Come to think of it, I believe I’ve mailed a few letters to him at his address... out on St. Rupert Boulevard, I believe.”
“That’s right. Now, you went out there last night, at about what time?”
“I tell you that I don’t know that I went out there.”
“You entered that house,” Sergeant Holcomb said, “and you entered it surreptitiously. You unscrewed one of the electric light globes and placed a copper penny inside the socket so that in case Cullens should come home and press the light switch, the copper coin would short-circuit the wires and burn out every fuse on the circuit, didn’t you?”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.