killed my father didnât match those of the other five bullets still inside his revolver.â
âWhich apparently didnât trouble Koehler, as Oscar told us. Or the cops,â Eddie said.
âDoes it trouble you?â Jo asked.
Eddie nodded. âIt does,â he said. âSportsmen tend to have favorites. Favorite fishing rods. Favorite lures. Favorite gunmakers and ammunition. Why would your father switch from one make of bullet to another?â He looked at his notepad again. âKoehler didnât think the different markings were important. The cops didnât even record them in their report. But Oscar thinks the presence of a different casing means the killer used a different gun.â
âBut if thatâs so, how did the casing from the killerâs gun get inside my fatherâs revolver?â Jo countered.
âGood question,â Eddie said, frowning. He flipped a page in his notebook. âOscar said the casing was marked UMC .38 S & W and the unfired bullets were marked W.R.A. Co. .38 LONG.â
Jo drew a sharp breath. She knew that last mark. Sheâd seen it very recently.
Eddieâs eyes darted to her face. âWhat is it?â he asked.
âI just remembered something,â she said. âI shouldâve thought of it back at the morgue, but I was too upset. The day of my fatherâs funeral, I went to his study and found a bullet. It was on the floor, tangled up in the carpetâs fringe. At the time, I thought Papa mightâve left some bullets loose on the desk while he was cleaning his gun and knocked them off after he shot himself, as he fell to the floor. And that someoneâTheakston, maybeâhad kicked one across the room.â
Eddie sat forward in his chair, his gaze intense. âDo you remember the mark on that bullet?â
âYes. It was W.R.A. Co. .38 LONG,â she said, her gaze equally intense. âEddie, what ifââ
âThe killer fired the lethal shot from his gun, then found your fatherâs loaded revolver.â Eddie said.
âHe replaced one of the bullets in the chamber with the spent casing, and then put the revolver into my fatherâs hand! It makes sense, doesnât it?â Jo asked, excited that theyâd come up with a plausible explanation for the presence of two different bullets.
But instead of echoing her excitement, Eddie frowned again.
âWhat?â Jo asked.
âHow could the killer be smart enough to replace a bullet with the spent casing, and then be stupid enough to drop the bullet on the floor?â he asked.
âMaybe something spooked him. Maybe he heard footsteps or shouting,â Jo offered.
Eddie nodded but didnât seem convinced. He turned back to his notes.
âWhen Buckley declared your father dead, your motherâwho was still outside the studyâbecame extremely distraught. Mrs. Nelson took her to her room. Theakston told Miss Klopp to fetch Phillip Montfort, and the other two maids to fix a pot of coffee. Buckley stopped him. He said he needed one girl to go to the station house to tell his captain what had happened. Miss McManus went. Miss Schmidt went to the kitchen. They all went back to their rooms first, though, to get dressed.â
Eddie paused to take a sip of his coffee, then continued.
âBuckley sent Dolan for Dr. Koehler. He then asked Theakston to show him all possible exits from the house. They tested the servantsâ door and the door that leads from your kitchen to your back garden. Both were locked. Theakston had run out of the front door to fetch Dolan but said he had to unlock it first. There are four master keys to the doors. Buckley stated that he was unable to search for them right away, because the coroner arrived, followed by the police captain and Phillip Montfort, and he had to brief them, but he confirmed the keysâ whereabouts before he left. One was your fatherâs and was found in his
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