“What did he say to you?” Mason asked.
“He heard me talking, and came stumbling downstairs, busted into the room and made a scene. I could have hung one on his jaw and stuck around. But Mrs. Weyman was so embarrassed to think I’d seen him in that condition she wouldn’t have told me anything more anyway. I’d already got most of it.”
“Had the homicide squad been in there?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What did you tell her?”
“Told her I was investigating an automobile accident, and then asked her what was happening next door.”
“She admitted calling the police?”
“Yeah.”
“But she didn’t say why she’d called them?”
“She said that Mrs. Anderson had told her about seeing a Miss Swaine, and some fellow who was evidently making pretty violent love to her, hiding a gun. And she said they looked guilty. She said that after worrying about it for some time she’d called the police.”