“What?”
“A possible secondary motive. Or even a primary one. Taking all that you have said as hypothesis- since of course it is inadmissible as fact-look back at me last Tuesday, six days ago, when-by hypothesis-I found the cylinder. What actually would have taken precedence in my mind?”
“I’ve been telling you. Not what would have, what did.”
“But you left one thing out. Miss Gunther.”
“What about her?”
“She was dead. As you know, I detest waste. She had displayed remarkable tenacity, audacity, and even imagination, in using the murder of Mr. Boone for a purpose he would have desired, approved, and applauded. In the middle of it she was herself murdered. Surely she deserved not to have her murder wasted. She deserved to get something out of it. I found myself-by hypothesis-in an ideal position to see that that was taken care of. That’s what you left out.”
I stared at him. “Then I’ve got a hypothesis too. If that was it, either primary or secondary, to hell with ethics.”
THE END
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