CHAPTER 7IT was the next morning that my interview with Judge Garth took place, in his office at the court house.
“Mr. Taylor will handle this thing,” he said slowly, moving his heavy swivel chair back from his desk and getting up. “I needn’t say, Dr. Fisher, that it will be necessary for you to give the authorities all the evidence in your possession.”
The evidence of a bruised arm in a sling and Dr. Wilkins taking my patients until I could use it comfortably again, I could hardly suppress. I wasn’t so sure about the rest of it.
“Does that include the letters Gail has been getting, Judge Garth?” I asked, and met his cold, impersonal scrutiny.
“If they would seem to be pertinent to her aunt’s death, Dr. Fisher, yes.”
After a pause he added, “It was my understanding that she had destro
