“No.”
“So that’s another period of time while Driscoll was in the house that you can’t account for what he was doing?”
“No,” she said, “I guess not.”
“If you want to put it that way,” Driscoll said hostilely.
“It’s the way I want to put it,” Mason remarked, without taking his eyes from Rosalind Prescott. “And it was while this telephone conversation was going on that the automobile accident took place outside?”
“Yes.”
“And you let go of the canary and dashed to the front of the house?”
“No, wait a minute. I let go of the canary when Jimmy took me in his arms. Then Jimmy let me go, and I was all flustered, and Jimmy said he was going to call and make reservations for me on the next plane to Reno. So he went out to telephone, and I was getting ready to catch the canary, and then the accident took place.”
“And, before that, Driscoll had been telephoning his office?”
“Yes, I believe so. It’s all confused in my mind. I was pretty much upset by the quarrel with Walter, and then finding myself running away with Jimmy — well, I just can’t remember things in detail. There are a lot of blurred impressions in my mind.”