“Then how do you account for the fact that Mr. Pfyfe saw the gun the night you made the threat?”
“Saw the gun?” He looked blankly at the District Attorney.
“Yes, saw it, and recognized it as an army gun,” persisted Markham, in a level voice. “Also, Major Benson saw you make a motion as if to draw a gun.”
Leacock drew a deep breath, and set his mouth doggedly.
“I tell you, sir, I haven’t a gun. . . . I lost it in France.”
“Perhaps you didn’t lose it, Captain. Perhaps you lent it to someone.”
“I didn’t, sir!” the words burst from his lips.
“Think a minute, Captain. . . . Didn’t you lend it to someone?”
“No—I did not!”
“You paid a visit—yesterday—to Riverside Drive. . . . Perhaps you took it there with you.”