“About the technical problems of having Dazzle Dan do detective work, and possibly a tie-up.”
“And Goodwin came?”
“Yes, today around noon.” Koven’s hoarseness kept interfering with him, and he kept clearing his throat. My eyes were at his face, but he hadn’t met them. Of course he was talking to Cramer and had to be polite. He went on, “The conference was for twelve-thirty, but I had a little talk with Goodwin and asked him to wait. I have to be careful what I do with Dan and I wanted to think it over some more. Anyway I’m like that, I put things off. It was after four o’clock when he—”
“Was your talk with Goodwin about your gun being gone?”
“Certainly not. We might have mentioned the gun, about my not having a license for it, I don’t remember — no, wait a minute, we must have, because I pulled the drawer open and we glanced in at it. Except for that, we only talked—”
“Did you or Goodwin take your gun out of the drawer?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Did he put his gun in the drawer?”
“Absolutely not.”
I slid in, “When I took my gun from my holster to show it to you, did you—”