"Not back to the cell," he cried imploringly, "I cannot be alone.
Oh, gentlemen, you vill speak for me! I haf not had trobble vith
the police this long time! My vife's cousin, he is an elder of
the Shool he vill tell you 'ow poor ve haf been..."
But the Chief crossed the room to the door rind the detective
hustled the prisoner away,
Then the official whom they had seen before came in.
"Glad I caught you," he said. "I thought you would care to see
the post mortem report. The doctor has just handed it in."
The chief waved him off.
"I don't think there's any doubt about the cause of death," he
replied, "we saw the body ourselves..."
"Quite so," replied the other, "but there is something
interesting about this report all the, same. They were able to
extract the bullet!"
"Oh," said the Chief, "that ought to tell us something!"
"It does," answered the official. "We've submitted it to our
small arms expert, and he pronounces it to be a bullet fired by
an automatic pistol of unusually large calibre."
The Chief looked at Desmond.
"You were right there," he said.
"And," the official went on, "our man says, further, that, as far
as he knows, there is only one type of automatic pistol that
fires a bullet as big as this one!"
"And that is?" asked the Chief.
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