“No, the morning of the twenty-eighth. It was too long a drive to make that first night.”
“You left some clothes there?”
“Yes.”
“Did you do that deliberately?”
“Yes, we left rather hurriedly. One of the neighbors came to call, and Mr. Sabin didn’t want to see him. I suppose he didn’t want the neighbor to know about me — or was afraid I’d learn his real identity through the neighbor. Anyway, he didn’t answer the door, and then we hurried into the car and left. Mr. Sabin told me that no one else would be using the cabin, and that we’d return sometime within the next month.”
“During the time you were there in the cabin, did Mr. Sabin use the telephone?”
“He put through two calls.”
“Do you know whom the calls were to? Did you listen to the conversation?”
“No.”
“Do you have any idea who might have killed him, any inkling whatever as to...”