“I did.”
“Why?”
“My husband asked me to. He... No, I don’t think I’m going to talk about that, Mr. Mason.”
“To whom did you give this gun?”
“I think we’ll just skip everything about the gun.”
“When did you first know your husband was really Fremont C. Sabin?”
“This morning, when I saw the picture of the cabin in the paper... well, I suspected it then. I didn’t know what to do. I just waited, hoping against hope. Then the afternoon papers published his picture. Then I knew.”
Mason asked abruptly, “Just what do you have to gain in a financial way?”
“What do you mean?”
“Was there any will, any policy of insurance, any...”