She told me she had shot Vannier. Her breath was a faint swift whisper in the stillness of the room. "She had a gun in her bag, God knows why. Some idea of protecting herself against men, I suppose. But somebody--Leslie, I should guess--had fixed it to be harmless by jamming a wrong size cartridge in the breech.
His lean face wore a harsh frown. He said with deadly politeness: «So all you did was not report a murder that happened last night and then spend today foxing around so that this kid of Geiger's could commit a second murder this evening. «That's all,» I said. «I was in a pretty tough spot.
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