CHAPTER TENA bluebottle buzzed in through the open window of Hawkins’s little room under the roof over the Goulds’ two-car garage, and out through the door. I stood there, staring from Rosemary Bishop to the plump little man with the sparkling black eyes. Whether Rosemary expected that her simple statement that she had been with Jim Gould at one o’clock would be sufficient to clear him of the murder of his wife I don’t know. I do know that the only person in the hot stuffy little room over the garage who was particularly surprised was Sergeant Buck. He made an audible “Tch, tch!”
Colonel Primrose looked rather as if he had been expecting just something of the sort.
“Then…you both perjured yourselves?” he inquired casually.
“If you want to call it that.”
Colonel Primrose shook his head
