Stone sat down beside him. "Of course."
"And I'm Marc. I remember that business in St. Mark's a few years back, when you defended the woman on a murder charge. Saw it on 60 Minutes, I think."
"Yes, that was a difficult one."
"Pity she was hanged."
"Yes."
"I remember from Lou that you're a friend of Mrs… the Calders. I take it I'm here to talk about another murder trial."
"Let's call this a precautionary meeting."
"It's always wise to take precautions. Has Arrington talked to the police yet?"
"Earlier this afternoon."
"I should have been there for that," Blumberg said.
"I didn't want to appear to be running scared," Stone said. "You'd have been happy with the way it went." He gave Blumberg a detailed rundown of Arrington's questioning.
"That sounds okay," Blumberg said. "You handled it well."
"Thank you."
"Sounds as though they don't have another suspect."
"That's how I read it. They went through the drill the night of the murder, and they didn't come up with anything, and that disturbs them. Cops like early indications, and when they don't find them, they look at the household."
"Anybody in the house besides Arrington?"
"No. The butler and maid were in their quarters; the buder found Vance and called the police."
"What was the scene like?"
"Vance was dressed in tuxedo trousers and a pleated shirt, no tie. They were going to a black-tie dinner at Lou's house a little later. He was found lying face down in the central hallway of the house, one bullet here." Stone pointed at the spot.
"You used to be a cop didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Have you got a scenario for this that doesn't involve Arrington shooting Vance?"
"Here's how I read it," Stone said. "Arrington was in the bathtub; Vance was getting dressed. His safe was open, containing his jewelry box, a nine-millimeter automatic, and a box of cartridges. He either walked in on a
burglary, or a burglar walked in on him, probably the former. The burglar took the jewelry box and the gun, walked Vance into the central hallway and shot him."
"Any struggle?"
"Looks like an execution to me. My guess is, Vance saw it coming and turned away. That's why the wound in the back of the head." Stone stood up, held out his hands in the "no, no" position, then half turned away from his imaginary assailant.
"Makes sense," Blumberg said.
"For Arrington to have done it, she would have to have gone to the safe, taken out the gun, cocked it, flipped off the safety, then either marched her husband out into the hall, or gone looking for him and found him there. That doesn't fit a domestic quarrel."
"It fits a cold-blooded, premeditated murder," Blumberg said. "How do you figure the chances of that?"
"Unlikely in the extreme."