“That would be more like it,” he decided.
I sat on a rock and smoked a cigarette while he went around examining, touching, moving rocks, pebbles, and sand. He didn’t seem to have any luck.
XIV. The Crumpled Chrysler
We climbed to the path again and went on to the Collinsons’ house. I showed Rolly the stained towels, handkerchief, dress, and slippers; the paper that had held morphine; the gun on Collinson’s floor, the hole in the ceiling, and the empty shells on the floor.
“That shell under the chair is where it was,” I said; “but the other–the one in the corner–was here, close to the gun, when I saw it before.”
“You mean it’s been moved since you were here?”
“Yeah.”
“But what good would that do anybody?” he objected.
“None that I know of, but it’s been moved.”
He had lost interest. He was looking at the ceiling. He said:
“Two shots and one hole. I wonder. Maybe the other went out the window.”
He went back to Gabrielle Collinson’s bedroom and examined the black velvet gown. There were some torn places in it–down near the bottom–but no bullet-holes. He put the dress down and picked up the morphine paper from the dressing-table.
“What do you suppose this is doing here?” he asked.
“She uses it. It’s one of the things her step-mother taught her.”
“Tch, tch, tch. Kind of looks like she might have done it.”
“Yeah?”
“You know it does. She’s a dope fiend, ain’t she? They had had trouble, and he sent for you, and–” He broke off, pursed his lips, then asked: “What time do you reckon he was killed?”
“I don’t know. Maybe last night, on his way home from waiting for me.”
“You were in the hotel all night?”
“From eleven-something till five this morning. Of course I could have sneaked out for long enough to pull a murder between those hours.”
“I didn’t mean nothing like that,” he said. “I was just wondering. What kind of looking woman is this Mrs. Collinson-Carter? I never saw her.”
“She’s about twenty; five feet four or five; looks thinner than she really is; light brown hair, short and curly; big eyes that are sometimes brown and sometimes green; white skin; hardly any forehead; small mouth and teeth; pointed chin; no lobes on her ears, and they’re pointed on top; been sick for a couple of months and looks it.”
“Oughtn’t be hard to pick her up,” he said, and began poking into drawers, closets, trunks, and so on. I had poked into them on my first visit, and hadn’t found anything interesting either.
“Don’t look like she did any packing or took much of anything with her,” he decided when he came back to where I was sitting by the dressing-table. He pointed a thick finger at the monogrammed silver toilet-set on the table. “What’s the G. D. L. for?”
“Her name was Gabrielle Something Leggett before she was married.”
“Oh, yes. She went away in the car, I reckon. Huh?”
“Did they have one down here?” I asked.
“He used to come to town in a Chrysler roadster when he didn’t walk. She could only have took it out by the East road. We’ll go out thataway and see.”
Outside, I waited while he made circles around the house, finding nothing. In front of a shed where a car obviously had been kept he pointed at some tracks, and said, “Drove out this morning.” I took his word for it.
We walked along a dirt road to a gravel one, and along that perhaps a mile to a gray house that stood in a group of red farm buildings. A small-boned, high-shouldered man who limped slightly was oiling a pump behind the house. Rolly called him Debro.
“Sure, Ben,” he replied to Rolly’s question. “She went by here about seven this morning, going like a bat out of hell. There wasn’t anybody else in the car.”
“How was she dressed?” I asked.
“She didn’t have on any hat and a tan coat.”
I asked him what he knew about the Carters: he was their nearest neighbor. He didn’t know anything about them. He had talked to Carter two or three times, and thought him an agreeable enough young fellow. Once he had taken the missus over to call on Mrs. Carter, but Carter told them she was lying down, not feeling well. None of the Debros had ever seen her except at a distance, walking or riding with her husband.