CHAPTER 3DEATH IN THE KITCHEN
FOR a moment I raved, too sore to think. It took several moments to recall whether the garage had been padlocked. Then I remembered unlocking it myself upon entering. The door operated on an overhead track, and when it was pulled down the patent catch toothed around the steel support of the track-and-spring mechanism.
Then how had the vandal entered?
I swung around, stared at the window. But the window was a tiny affair, a nine-by-twelve inch single pane, set high up in the wall. The glass had been shattered to pieces. Yet not even a child could have crawled through that miniature opening.
True, the door had top and bottom vents as required by the building code. But the vents were even smaller and were covered with stout mesh wire. I checked up to make sur
