She thought for a moment, then said, “Do you know, Mr. Mason, I believe that if I concentrated real hard, I could get some glimmerings of memory about what took place...”
“Don’t concentrate, then,” Mason said.
“Why? Don’t you want me to remember?”
“I don’t think it will be necessary.”
“Do you think it would hurt anything?”
“I’m sure I don’t know,” Mason told her. “So far, I’m proceeding simply according to logic. But when we check up on events, it’s sometimes startling to find how illogical events actually are.”
“Well,” she told him, “you know your own business best, but I don’t think there’s a single person on that jury who believes that the man from the homicide squad got those bullets mixed up. He’s too positive, and he’s had too much experience.”
“Yes,” Mason said simply.
“Now, what do you mean by that?” she asked.
Mason grinned. “That he’s too positive,” he said, “and that he’s had too much experience.”