with a guard?â
âCheck in with the guard. Even Mr. Speer had to check inâthe insurance company insisted on it.â
DâElia nodded. âThe guard keeps records of everyone coming in and going out?â
âYes.â
âSave me a little time. When did you check in?â
âI actually checked in twice. The first time was, oh, around ten oâclock. Then I remembered Iâd left a file at home that I needed and went back for it. I got back here about an hour later.â
âAnyone else working Saturday?â
âLeonard Wightman. He was already here when I checked in the first time, and we left together. About five oâclock.â
âDid either of you go out for lunch?â
âNo. I brought a sandwich with me.â Might sound funny if I hadnât.
âYouâre sure Wightman didnât go out?â
âIâd have heard his door. His office is near mine. But the security guardâs records will tell you whether he stayed in or not.â
DâElia paused. Then: âIs there a way of getting out of this building without being spotted by a guard?â
âNone. Itâs tight as a drum.â Then his implication hit me. âWhat are you saying? That Wightman or I sneaked outââ
âRelax, Mr. Sommers. Weâre still grasping at straws at this stage. Youâre one straw. The last person I talked to is another straw. The person I talk to next will be still another. We have to check everything.â
The telephone saved me from having to think up a neutral reply. Lieutenant DâElia picked up the receiver, said âHello?â, punched a button, said âHello?â again. Pause. âOf course, have her come in.â
The door opened and Nedda Speer walked in. This was the first time Iâd seen her since last Thursday afternoon, when Iâd stolen a few hours from cataloguing old Alice Ballardâs estate for a different kind of pleasure. Sergeant Pollock unfolded himself from the wall and wordlessly placed a chair for her before the desk. Nedda nodded to me impersonally as she sat down.
âIâm sorry to break in on you, Lieutenant,â she said, âbut thereâs something you should know about. Iâve just discovered something was taken from the house after all. A porcelain figurine is missing, a valuable one.â
âHow valuable?â
âI canât put a dollar figure on itâMr. Wightman could probably tell you. But it was in a case with seven other figurinesâall of them were valuable. But only one was taken.â
Lieutenant DâElia was nodding thoughtfully. âThat puts a different cast on it. Your husband could have surprised a burglar who shot him and then panicked and ranâIâm sorry, Mrs. Speer, I know this canât be easy for you. Can we get you something?â
Nedda was looking distressed. Immediately I was on my feet, offering to play errand boy, beating out Sergeant Pollock.
She waved a hand in my direction. âIâm all right. Iâd like you to stay, Mr. Sommers. I need to ask you something.â
I sat back down. Iâd wanted to get out of the room because I was having a hell of a time keeping myself from grinning like an ape. I had no idea what Charlieâd thought he was doing when he took one piece of porcelain from the case. But it was the touch that was needed to make interrupted burglary seem a reasonable explanation. I didnât for one minute credit Charlie with thinking that far aheadâhe didnât have the brains. But whatever his reasons, for once in his life Charlie Bates had managed to do something right.
âBit unusual though,â Lieutenant DâElia was saying. âThieves who go after paintings and jewelry and art objects almost never carry weapons. Most of them are afraid of guns. But then that would explain why this guy panicked and ranâmaybe heâd never fired a gun