The valet jumped and stared.
“She admits it, as the result of an accident. She also admits hiding the revolver where you found it.”
“Then you do not need me.”
“I'm not so sure of that.”
The valet was puzzled.
“I want you to think back, Melis. You saw her go down the stairs, sometime before the shot. Later you were confident she had hidden the revolver, and you made a second search for it. Why? You hadn't heard her testimony at the inquest then. Clark had run away. Why didn't you think Clark had done it?”
“Because I thought she was having an affair with another man. I have always thought she did it.”
Bassett nodded.
“I thought so. What made you think that?”
“I'll tell you. She went West without a maid, and Mr. Clark got a Swedish woman from a ranch near to look after her, a woman named Thorwald. She lived at her own place and came over every day. One night, after Mrs. Thorwald had started home, I came across her down the road near the irrigator's house, and there was a man with her. They didn't hear me behind them, and he was giving her a note for some one in the house.”