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Show •147 a branch and pulled the trigger with a long bit of string." "That's possible, but why would he go to so much trouble? And why didn't anyone find the gun?" Jacob lowered his voice. "Because someone else came along, guessed what had happened and took it away." He looked sidelong at Alice, who was clearing the dishes from the table. "A relative, maybe." "Are you talking about Alice?" "Not so loud. Why not?" "I don't know; it seems so complicated." "I want to look around upstairs," Jacob whispered. "For what?" "Think, Buck. If she found the gun she'd keep it; she wouldn't take a chance on throwing it away for someone else to find." "Wait a minute, wait a minute now. We're getting into pretty deep water. Why not just ask her?" "She'd never tell. I'll pretend I'm going to the bathroom. If anyone starts to go upstairs, do something." "What?" He frowned. "Say something loud, make a noise. I'll run in and flush the toilet for an excuse." "Do you really think that Alice-" "Probably not. But we can't afford to overlook any possibilities. You wanted to know for sure, didn't you? |
