Stone Barrington 06-11

because you are a suspect in the murder of your husband, Vance Calder?”
    “I understand it, but I don’t understand it,” Arrington replied in a calm voice.
    “Beg pardon?”
    “I mean, I accept your characterization of my visit here, but I don’t understand why I’m a suspect.”
    “That will become apparent as we proceed,” Reeves said. “Mrs. Calder, please recount the events as you recall them on the evening of your husband’s death.”
    “I have only one memory of that evening,” Arrington said. “I remember being shown my husband’s body as it lay on the floor of the central hallway of our house. Apart from that single image, I have no recollection of anything between midafternoon the previous day and the following morning, when I woke up at the Judson Clinic.”
    Blumberg spoke up. “For the record, Dr. James Judson, an eminent psychiatrist, is available to testify that Mrs. Calder is suffering from a kind of amnesia, brought on by the shock of her husband’s violent death.”
    “So you have no recollection of shooting your husband?” Reeves asked.
    “I would never have shot my husband,” Arrington replied, “but I have no recollection of the events of that evening.”
    “So you don’t know if you shot him?”
    “I know that I would never do such a thing.”
    “But you don’t know .”
    “Asked and answered,” Blumberg said. “Perfectly clear.”
    “Mrs. Calder, is it possible that, while delusional, you might have shot your husband?”
    “I have never been delusional,” Arrington replied. “My doctor has explained to me that my amnesia has nothing to do with delusion.”
    “Have you ever threatened to kill your husband?”
    “Certainly not.”
    Reeves took a small tape recorder from a credenza behind him and placed it on the table. “This is an excerpt from an interview with a friend of yours, Mrs. Beverly Walters.”
    “An acquaintance, not a friend,” Arrington replied.
    Reeves pressed a button.
    “I told Arrington,” Beverly Walters’s voice said, “that I had it on good authority that Vance, during the filming of his last picture, was sleeping with his costar, Charlene Joiner, on a regular basis. She pooh-poohed this. I asked her if she would divorce Vance, if she found out that it was true. She replied, and these are her exact words, ‘I wouldn’t divorce him. I’d shoot him.’ And this was two days before Vance was killed.”
    Reeves stopped the machine. “Do you recall this conversation with Mrs. Walters?”
    “Yes, I do,” Arrington replied.
    “So you admit having said that you would not divorce your husband on learning of his adultery, but shoot him, instead?”
    “I spoke those words in jest, and Mrs. Walters took them as such. We both had a good laugh about it.”
    “But you don’t deny having said that you would shoot your husband?”
    “Mr. Reeves, how many times have you said, in jest, that you would kill somebody, maybe even your wife? This is common parlance, and we all do it. I had no evidence of adultery on my husband’s part. I regarded him at that time, and still do, as a faithful husband.”
    “But Mrs. Walters had just told you that she, quote, had it on good authority, unquote, that your husband was actually committing adultery with his costar, Ms. Joiner.”
    “Mr. Reeves, I would never accept Beverly Walters’s word about such a thing. She is an inveterate and vicious gossip, who enjoys stirring up trouble, and that is why she is an acquaintance, and not a friend of mine. If her husband were not an occasional business associate of my husband, I would not see her at all.”
    “But she said she had it on good authority.”
    “‘Good authority,’ to Beverly Walters, is something she heard at the hairdresser’s or read in a scandal sheet. Did you ask her to substantiate this rumor she was spreading?”
    Reeves didn’t reply.
    “I assure you that if I were a murderous person, I would have been much more likely to shoot Beverly Walters than my husband.”
    Stone had to suppress a smile.
    “Mrs. Calder, did you and your husband ever fight?”
    “Occasionally—perhaps rarely would be a better choice of words.”
    “Physically fight?”
    “No, never.”
    “I will reserve the right to present evidence to the contrary at a later date,” Reeves said. “That concludes the questioning,” he said to the stenographer. “Thank you; you may leave us now.”
    The stenographer took her machine and left the room.
    Stone was