In a voice which broke occasionally, under the hysterical reflex of sobs, she said, “I’m going to tell you the whole truth, Mr. Mason. Austin Cullens telephoned and asked me to get Aunt Sarah and be at a certain street corner at a designated time. He said he’d drive by and pick us up. He did. He said he thought we should make a determined effort to find Uncle George. He said the three of us could split up, and each of us could take a certain district and cover the gambling clubs in that district. He said he’d give us a list of the places where Uncle George went. He picked us up in his car, all right, and drove us out to his house, in order to get the list of the places we were to go to.”
“You had a gun with you?” Mason asked.
“Yes. I knew I was going to be in some questionable places, unescorted. I had a gun and a flashlight in my handbag.”
“Go ahead, what happened?”
“Mr. Cullens drove us out to his house. He put the car in the garage and started for the house. I saw a light flash in one of the windows, and he yelled out that someone was in the house. He had a gun in his hip pocket, He drew it and made a run for the door. I didn’t want to follow him in, but Aunt Sarah said, ‘Come along, Virgie,’ and started to follow. Naturally, I took the gun out of my purse. You know how it is when you’re good at something, you get to rely on it. I’d become a pretty good shot, and...”
“Yes, I know,” Mason interrupted. “Go ahead and tell me what happened.”
“There was some man in the front room of the house. I had just a confused glimpse of him. Mr. Cullens started to turn on the lights, and the fuse blew out and everything went dark. The man ran right past me and out of the back door.”
“Then what happened?” Mason asked.
“I took the flashlight out of my bag, and gave it to Mr. Cullens.”
“And you were still holding the gun in your hand?”