Wolfe was frowning. “A golf club?”
“I shouldn’t think so.”
“A tennis racket?”
“Not heavy enough.”
“A piece of iron pipe?”
“No. Too smooth.”
“A piece of a branch from a tree with stubs of twigs on it?”
“That would be perfect if it were heavy enough.” Vollmer swallowed some beer. “Of course all I had was a hand glass. With the hair and scalp under a microscope some evidence might be found. I suggested that to the Assistant District Attorney, but he showed no enthusiasm. If there had been an opportunity to snip off a piece I would have brought it home with me, but he didn’t take his eyes off of me. Now it’s too late because they were ready to prepare the body for burial.”
“Was the skull cracked?”
“No. Intact. Apparently the medical examiner had been curious too. The scalp had been peeled back and replaced.”