Mason said, “I think it was Mrs. Moar who put in that call. That’s just between you and me, Paul.”
Drake said, “Well, the operator reported she said a man had been pushed overboard. Suppose she recognizes Mrs. Moar’s voice when she gets on the witness stand, and swears Mrs. Moar said a man had been pushed overboard?”
Mason frowned. “That isn’t so hot,” he admitted.
“They’ve identified the gun they found on the boat deck as being Carl Moar’s gun. They’ve also found Mrs. Moar’s fingerprints on the barrel.”
“On the barrel?” Mason asked.
“Yes.”
“None on the butt of the gun?”
“No.”
“Anything else?” Mason asked.
“That’s all the news. Evelyn Whiting’s sister is in her apartment if you want to go up there. So far, my men haven’t been able to locate either the nurse or the man with the broken neck. An ambulance was waiting for them at the dock and drove them away. We’ll locate that ambulance within an hour or two. In the meantime, do you want to talk with the sister?”