“No, of course not,” she interrupted.
Mason stared thoughtfully at her. “What are your plans?” he asked.
“I’m going in and meet Mr. Sabin’s son. I’m going to explain the circumstances to him.”
“His wife is in there now,” Mason said.
“You mean Fremont C. Sabin’s wife?”
“Yes.”
She bit her lip, then sat silently digesting that bit of information.
Mason said gently, “You know, Miss Monteith, the authorities are not going to understand how that gun happened to be one to which you had access... Look here, you didn’t find out, by any chance, who he was, and find out about his wife, and get angry because...”
“You mean and kill him?” she interrupted.
“Yes,” Mason said.