“Yes.”
“Under what name?”
“As Mrs. George Wallman, of course.”
“And Fremont C. Sabin was the George Wallman who was there with you?”
“Yes.”
“And did he have this gun there at that time?”
“I guess so. I don’t know. I didn’t see it.”
“Did he say anything about going up to this cabin for the opening of the fishing season?”
“Of course not. He was leading me to believe he was a poor man, looking for work. He told me that Monday was a holiday, but he had some people he wanted to see anyway — so I went home Monday.”
“That was the fifth?”