“Very true. But why were they not consistent in their behavior? Outwardly posing as mere acquaintances, Mrs. Trevor made an appointment with Gordon at a most unconventional hour when she knew her husband would be absent. Do you think she would have run the risk of compromising herself if some vital interest had not been at stake?”
“No.”
“Obviously they quarreled—what about we have yet to find out—and the murder followed.”
Dick shook his head in dissent. “I cannot reconcile the perpetrator of so frightful a deed with the Gordon I have known and admired.”
“Mrs. Trevor probably goaded him past human endurance, and he struck her in a moment of ungovernable rage.”
“Where did he get the weapon?”
“Very likely Mrs. Trevor left her hat-pin in her husband’s office some time during the day, and forgot about it. Gordon may have picked it up, and toyed with it, all unconscious of the use he could put it to until the blind moment came.”
“It may have been no murder at all,” exclaimed Dick. “Perhaps Mrs. Trevor tripped, and Gordon, forgetful of the pin in his hand, tried to catch her and accidentally pierced her side in a vital spot.”
“Then how did her dead body get into the safe?”
“Ask me something easy,” groaned Dick. “Perhaps Gordon, fearing his story of an accident would not be believed, thrust her in there and fled, thinking he would not then be connected with the affair.”