“Yes.”
“Do you know anything about that parrot?”
“No.”
Mason frowned and said, “You know, Miss Monteith, this just doesn’t make sense.”
“I understand that,” she admitted readily enough. “That’s why I think it’s a mistake to try and judge Mr. Sabin by what has happened. It means we simply haven’t all the facts.”
“Do you know anything about that mountain cabin?” Mason asked.
“Yes, of course, we spent our honeymoon there. My hus— Mr. Sabin said that he knew the owner of the cabin, and had arranged to borrow it for a few days. Looking back on it now I can realize how absurd it was to think that this man who claimed to be out of a job and... Oh, well, he had his reasons for doing what he did, and I respect those reasons.”
Mason started to say something, then checked himself and frowned thoughtfully for several silent seconds. “How long were you at the cabin?” he asked at length.
“We just stayed there over the weekend. I had to be back on my job Monday night.”
“You were married in Mexico, and then drove to the cabin?”