“Not the slightest.”
“And I don’t suppose,” Mason went on casually, “that you know anything about the weapon with which the murder was committed?”
“Yes,” she said unexpectedly, “I do.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“What about it?” Mason asked.
“That weapon,” she said slowly, “is part of a collection at the San Molinas Public Library.”
“There’s a collection of guns there?”
“Yes, there’s a museum in one room, in connection with the library — that is, it isn’t exactly operated in connection with the library, but it was presented to the city, and, under an arrangement with the library committee, the librarian has charge of the room. The janitor, who takes care of the library, does janitor work, and...”
“Who took this gun from the collection?”