Mason regarded him with wide-open, innocent eyes. “Why, yes. Weren’t there two?”
Tragg said, “What time was this?”
“Oh, perhaps one or two in the morning. He didn’t look at his clock. But he thinks it was right around in there.”
“Why does he place the time as being around in there if he didn’t look at the clock?”
“Well, he’d awakened about twelve-thirty, and he was just getting back to sleep again,” Mason said.
Tragg frowned. “That doesn’t agree with statements made by some of the other witnesses.”
“The deuce it doesn’t,” Mason said in apparent surprise. “Well, Mr. Karr can’t be very certain about any of it, Tragg. There is, of course, a chance he actually did hear a truck backfiring, and didn’t hear the actual shots, which may have been fired earlier in the night.”
“Shot,” Tragg said. “There was only one.”
Mason gave a low whistle.
Tragg looked at Karr. “You’re certain there were two?”