Whether he hangs or not,
he's a murderer."
The mirror affair, which Mr. Holcombe called a periscope, was put in
that day and worked amazingly well. I went with him to try it out, and
I distinctly saw the paper-hanger take a cigarette from Mr. Ladley's
case and put it in his pocket. Just after that, Mr. Ladley sauntered
into the room and looked at the new paper. I could both see and hear
him. It was rather weird.
"God, what a wall-paper!" he said.
CHAPTER VIII
That was Friday afternoon. All that evening, and most of Saturday and
Sunday, Mr. Holcombe sat on the floor, with his eye to the reflecting
mirror and his note-book beside him. I have it before me.
On the first page is the "dog meat--two dollars" entry. On the next,
the description of what occurred on Sunday night, March fourth, and
Monday morning, the fifth. Following that came a sketch, made with a
carbon sheet, of the torn paper found behind the wash-stand:
And then came the entries for Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Friday
evening:
6:30--Eating hearty supper.
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