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The lawyer nodded. "Yes." They were quiet. Then
Abernathy buttoned his jacket. "The gun went off three
times. Face, chest, and groin." He could see the mask
jerked off Henry's eyes, and in them pure surprise. The
look terrified him, snatching at his own suppositions.
Had she actually done it? For the surprise was not
feigned, unlike the clumsily professed ignorance in the
young man's earlier question. No, impossible that she
had murdered. But something was wrong. He went on.
"Since Mrs. Haig is presumably the only witness and the
only surviving participant, and since the premises have
been destroyed by fire, her testimony will be almost the
sole basis of any official account of this incident. Unless,
of course, there should happen to be contradictory
evidence. But the police have no reason for thinking
there is. On the other hand, quite honestly, Maynard, a
few questions have occurred to me. Private
speculations." Abernathy waited while Henry took his
cigarettes and matches from the table that held the ivory
ball and wedding picture. "Would you be interested?
Well, indulge me, anyhow. While I realize he would
have wanted to approach the house quietly, I find it odd