"Yes, of course."
Manolo stood up. "He had a hole in his head here," he said, pointing to the right rear of his own head. It was bleeding."
"Did you think he was alive?"
"Yessir, he was. I felt his pulse in his neck."
"What did you do then?"
"I went to the phone there," he pointed to a table, "and called nine-one-one and asked for the police and an ambulance quick."
"What next?"
"The maid, Isabel, came into the hall from the kitchen; I told her to go and see if Mrs. Calder was all right, and she went toward the master suite, there, through the living room, and through that door."
"How much time elapsed between the time you heard the shot and the time you found Mr. Calder?"
"I didn't go right away; I kept listening and wondering if I had heard what I heard. I expect it may have been two or three minutes."
"Which-two or three?"
"Closer to three, I guess. I wasn't running."
"Were those doors open?" Stone asked, pointing to the French doors that led to the pool, guest house, and gardens.
"One of them was," Manolo said. "It was wide open, in a way it wouldn't ordinarily be. Normally, it would either be closed, or both doors would be latched open."
"What happened next?"
"Mrs. Calder came running into the hall with the maid; she was wearing a robe and dripping water."
"What did she do or say?"
"She yelled out, 'Vance!' and then she got closer and saw the wound, and she backed away from him. She was making this noise, sort of like a scream, but not as loud, and she said, 'No, no!' a couple of times. I told Isabel to take her into the bedroom, that I would see to Mr. Calder and that an ambulance was on the way."
"Manolo, when Mrs. Calder came in, did you smell anything?"
"Well, yessir, I guess she smelled real sweet, having just got out of the tub."
Stone looked at the Saltillo tiles that formed the floor and saw a dark stain on the grout between the tiles.
"I couldn't get that out," Manolo said. "I tried, but I couldn't."
"What happened next, Manolo?"
"Two uniformed police officers arrived-they rang the bell, and I let them in the gate. They looked at Mr. Calder and felt his pulse, but they didn't move him. One of them talked to somebody on a walkie-talkie. Not long after that, another police car arrived, this time, plain-clothesmen. They went and talked to Mrs. Calder, and I followed them, but she wasn't making any sense; she was hysterical and didn't seem to know where she was or what had happened."
"Show me where the master suite is, please."
Manolo led him through the living room and through a set of double doors, then through a small foyer and into a large bedroom, which contained a king-size bed, a fireplace, and a sofa and chairs in front of a hearth. "Mrs. Calder's dressing room and bath are through here," he said, leading the way through a door to one side of the bed. There was another foyer, and to the left, a very large room, filled with hanging clothes, cubicles for sweaters and blouses, shoe racks, and a three-way mirror. To the right was a large bathroom with a big tub and a dressing table. On top of the dressing table was a large perfume bottle, emblazoned with the name "Chanel," and next to that a bottle of bath oil with the same brand name. Stone smelled them both.
"Now, can I see Mr. Calder's dressing room?" Stone asked.
"Right this way, sir."
They walked back into the bedroom, around the bed, and through another door. The arrangement was the same but both the dressing room and bath were smaller and decorated in a more masculine style. "Where is Mr. Calder's safe?" Stone asked.
Manolo went to a mirror over a chest of drawers, pressed it, and it swung open to reveal a steel safe door, approximately fifteen by twenty inches, a size that would fit between the structural studs. An electronic keypad, not a combination lock, was imbedded in the door.