“And didn’t take it to the office until eight o’clock?”
“I think it was almost exactly eight o’clock.”
Sergeant Holcomb shook his head and said, “Now, look here, Miss Trent, you’re mistaken about that gun. That gun killed your uncle. Your uncle met his death around four-thirty Saturday afternoon. Now then, you couldn’t have had that gun with you.”
“But I did have it.”
Sergeant Holcomb said, “Now wait a minute. You think you had it, but you didn’t notice it particularly, did you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t check the numbers on the gun?”
She smiled and said, “Of course not.”
“You simply took a gun out of the desk drawer and put it in your purse, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “And all you know is it was a thirty-eight caliber revolver?”