“As far as I know. Fact is, it worked stiff when I got it, and I had the sear filed down, so it was practically a hair-trigger affair. The slightest touch sent it off. Better for shooting targets that way.”
“Do you recall if it was loaded when you put it away?”
“Couldn’t say. Might have been. It’s been so long——”
“Were there any cartridges for it in your desk?”
“Now, that I can answer you positively. There wasn’t a loose cartridge in the place.”
Vance reseated himself.
“Well, Mr. Greene, if you happen to run across the revolver you will, of course, let Mr. Markham or Sergeant Heath know.”
“Oh, certainly. With pleasure.” Chester’s assurance was expressed with an air of magnanimity.
Vance glanced at his watch.
“And now, seeing that Doctor Von Blon is still with his patient, I wonder if we could see Miss Sibella for a moment.”