“Why—no,” said Corole slowly. “That is, he told me I was running the house too extravagantly. He always said that.”
The coroner surveyed her for a moment or two.
“Is this your revolver?” he said suddenly, reaching for the shiny revolver and holding it before her.
She started, quite visibly. One brown hand, with a great topaz shining on it, reached out as if to clutch the thing, and then drew slowly back.
8. A Gold Sequin
“Does this revolver belong to you?” the coroner repeated.
“Why, yes,” Corole said huskily. “That—is mine.”
“Can you explain its presence in the closet in which your cousin’s body was found?”
She ran her tongue nervously over her lips.
“No,” she said. “No.”