“Quit looking at it from your viewpoint,” the lawyer interrupted. “Figure it from the police viewpoint. Do a little thinking.”
She stared at him silently for several seconds, then crossed over to sit down on the davenport. “What happened?” she asked.
“Apparently he was shot.”
“When?”
“I don’t know. He was in his office yesterday morning. I talked with him on the telephone. He must have come out here shortly afterwards… Would you know anything about that?”
“No,” she said. “I’ve been away ever since Monday afternoon.”
“May I ask what time Monday?” Mason asked.
“Why?”
Mason smiled and said, “The officers will ask these questions. After all, it’s your house, you know. I thought perhaps it might help you a little if I gave you a chance to collect your thoughts before the officers get here.”
“That’s thoughtful of you,” she said. “Was it suicide?”