Mason said, “The unfortunate part about not remembering what happened is that you’re not in a position to deny anything which anyone says happened.”
“Just what do you mean by that, Mr. Mason?”
Mason said, “So far, the evidence against you has been circumstantial. Now just suppose, for the sake of argument, that someone showed up who claimed he actually saw you in Cullens’ house and saw you fire the fatal shot. There’s nothing you could do about it. You couldn’t deny it.”
Her eyelids leveled as she stared steadily at him. “Who says that?” she asked.
“No one,” Mason said, and then, after a significant pause, added, “yet.”
“What do they say?”
Mason said, “A man by the name of Golding and a woman, who is living with him as his wife, had their car parked out in front of Cullens’ house the night of the murder. They heard two shots. They saw someone come running out of the front door, pushing something down into a handbag. That something may have been a gun.”
“Then what did they do?” she asked.
“They drove away,” Mason said, and then added, “as soon as they recognized the person who was coming toward their car.”
“Who was that person?”