Drake said, “I know there’s a catch in it somewhere, but I haven’t time to find out where. I’m on my way.”
“And, by the way,” Mason said, “you might suggest to Sergeant Holcomb after he’s found the Chennery apartment that it would be a good plan for the two of you to get some fingerprints out of it. There’s just a chance this man Chennery might have a record. You know, he seems rather professional.”
“I get you,” Drake said, starting for the door. “I’m on my way to see Holcomb.”
“And there’s one thing I’d like to have you get,” Mason said.
“What’s that?”
“A photograph of the cylinder of the gun which killed George Trent.”
“You mean the one which killed Cullens, don’t you?” Drake asked. “That’s the one which was in Mrs. Breel’s bag.”
Mason said sternly, “Don’t refer to it as Mrs. Breel’s bag, Paul. It hasn’t been identified as hers. No, I mean the gun which killed George Trent. I’m interested in that.”
“And you want a photograph of the cylinder?”
“Yes,” Mason said, “an enlargement if possible. And I want it just the way it appears now, that is, with the shells in it.”