âIf we suppose Anthony threatening his murderer, or shouting at him. And the murderer, perhaps with the weapon concealedâin his pocket, perhaps, or in a bagâhad fired up at him. The impact would have knocked Anthony over backward, probably, at that range.â
Pam nodded. She thought.
âThe gun wasnât there, I gather,â she said. âOr youâd have mentioned it.â
âNo,â Weigand said. âIt wasnât there.â He broke off and after a moment began again.
âWere they down on him?â he said. âThe familyâBenjamin Craig and Major Buddie and the rest. All of them, as your aunt said. Or was sheâwell, merely talking?â
âThey didnât like him,â Pam said, after thinking a moment. âNobody really knew much about him, except that he was always hanging around places. Night clubs and places. And, of course, he was so much younger. And then there was Aunt Floraâs money. Although I donât know if he gets any. Would have got any. Because I donât know how Aunt Flora felt about him, really.â
âDid you ever meet him?â Weigand said.
Pam nodded. Once or twice, she thought.
âAndâ?â Bill Weigand prompted.
â I didnât like him,â Pam said. âOily, I thought. But, then, I like Aunt Flora.â She looked at Bill. âI really do,â she said.
âRight,â Weigand said. âIâve an open mind. Has your aunt a great deal of money?â
Pam said she had always supposed so. Aunt Flora had always looked like a lot of money. âAnd then thereâs this house,â she pointed out. But whether these things meant merely plenty of moneyââlike thousands a year,â Pam explainedâor lots of money, like millions, Pam didnât know.
âOnly,â she said, âsheâs leaving me some. Wonât that be nice?â
Weigand said it would be very nice. He relapsed into thought, and emerged from it to go to the hall and stand for a moment at the head of the stair-flight leading down. Then he called, âMullins!â, his voice cutting through the amorphous sounds below. Pam heard Mullinsâs heavier, blunter voice answer.
âO.K., Loot,â Mullins said. And then he came largely up the stairs and, after a moment, stood beside Bill and looked down at her.
âHullo, Mrs. North,â he said. âYou got a nice one this time.â
âHello, Aloysius,â Pam said, sweetly. âDidnât I, though?â
âListen, Mrs. North,â Mullins said earnestly, looking suddenly rather warm. âNot so much Aloysius, huh? I didnât meanââ He looked around, a little anxiously and as if for support. âJerry ainât here?â he said.
âRight,â Pam said. âJerry ainât here, Mr. Mullins. And donât talk as if Iâas if I went out after them.â But she smiled and Mullins looked relieved.
âO.K.,â he said. âIt was just a figure of speech.â
Both Weigand and Pam looked at him with some surprise. He looked pleased. âA figure of speech,â he repeated, cheerfully. âYou want some of âem, Loot?â
âRight,â Weigand said. âGet your little book. And get Mrs. Buddie.â He stopped, puzzled.
âMrs. Buddie?â he repeated. âWhy isnât she Mrs. Anthony?â
âShe changed,â Pam said. âYesterday morning she decided to be Mrs. Buddie again. She always did.â
âListen!â Mullins said. âSounds like she knew, donât it? I meanâshe was sort of getting ready to be a widow.â He looked at the others. âSort of,â he said. âIn advance, like.â
Weigand looked interested but Pam shook her head. She said she didnât think that meant anything.
âBecause,â she said, âshe was always going back to Buddie. After she was Mrs. Craig, and Mrs.
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