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is it?'
    Laura rose from the stool. 'I don't know,' she told him. 'Richard had several foreign makes of pistol.'
    'I wonder if it's registered,' Starkwedder said, almost to himself, still holding the gun.
    Laura sat on the sofa. 'Richard had a licence - if that's what you call it - a permit for his collection,' she said.
    'Yes, I suppose he would have. But that doesn't mean that they would all be registered in his name. In practice, people are often rather careless about that kind of thing. Is there anyone who'd be likely to know definitely?'
    'Angell might,' said Laura. 'Does it matter?'
    Starkwedder moved about the room as he replied. 'Well, the way we're building this up, old MacThing - the father of the child Richard ran over - is more likely to come bursting in, breathing blood and thunder and revenge, with his own weapon at the ready. But one could, after all, make out quite a plausible case the other way. This man - whoever he is - bursts in. Richard, only half awake, snatches up his gun. The other fellow wrenches it away from him, and shoots. I admit it sounds a bit far-fetched, but it'll have to do. We've got to take some risks, it just can't be avoided.'
    He placed the gun on the table by the wheelchair, and approached her. 'Now then,' he continued, 'have we thought of everything? I hope so. The fact that he was shot a quarter of an hour or twenty minutes earlier won't be apparent by the time the police get here. Driving along these roads in this fog won't be easy for them.' He went over to the curtain by the french windows, lifted it, and looked at the bullet holes in the wall. '“R.W”. Very nice. I'll try to add a full stop.'
    Replacing the curtain, he came back to her. 'When you hear the shot,' he instructed Laura, ' what you do is register alarm, and bring Miss Bennett - or anyone else you can collect - down here. Your story is that you don't know anything. You went to bed, you woke up with a violent headache, you went along to look for aspirin - and that's all you know. Understand?'
    Laura nodded.
    'Good,' said Starkwedder. 'All the rest you leave to me. Are you feeling all right now?'
    'Yes, I think so,' Laura whispered.
    'Then go along and do your stuff,' he ordered her.
    Laura hesitated. 'You - you oughtn't to do this,' she urged him again. 'You oughtn't. You shouldn't get involved.'
    'Now, don't let's have any more of that,' Starkwedder insisted. 'Everyone has their own form of - what did we call it just now? - fun and games. You had your fun and games shooting your husband. I'm having my fun and games now. Let's just say I've always had a secret longing to see how I could get on with a detective story in real life.' He gave her a quick, reassuring smile. 'Now, can you do what I've told you?'
    Laura nodded. 'Yes.'
    'Right. Oh, I see you've got a watch. Good. What time do you make it?'
    Laura showed him her wristwatch, and he set his accordingly. 'Just after ten minutes to,' he observed. 'I'll allow you three - no, four - minutes. Four minutes to go along to the kitchen, pop that paper in the boiler, go upstairs, get out of your things and into a dressing-gown, and along to Miss Bennett or whoever. Do you think you can do that, Laura?' He smiled at her reassuringly.
    Laura nodded.
    'Now then,' he continued, 'at five minutes to midnight exactly, you'll hear the shot. Off you go.'
    Moving to the door, she turned and looked at him, uncertain of herself. Starkwedder went across to open the door for her. 'You're not going to let me down, are you?' he asked.
    'No,' replied Laura faintly.
    'Good.'
    Laura was about to leave the room when Starkwedder noticed her jacket lying on the arm of the sofa. Calling her back, he gave it to her, smiling. She went out, and he closed the door behind her.

The Unexpected Guest

CHAPTER FIVE
    After closing the door behind Laura, Starkwedder paused, working out in his mind what was to be done. After a moment, he glanced at his watch, then took out a cigarette. He moved to the