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Mary's than the little interne with glasses, whom I had seen the night before, came hurrying up to me. "Mr. Thompson, we have been telephoning every place for you." My heart jumped to my throat. "Is Mrs. Felderson ?" "No," he responded, "Mrs. Felderson is still unconscious. It is Mr. Felderson. The coroner has made an important discovery."
Felderson take the ditch," he explained. "He must have been driving fast he usually did; many's the time I've had to warn him and must have seen that the other car would meet him at the bridge. He stopped too quick, skidded off the road and turned over into the creek." I shuddered as I pictured the scene.
An idea came to me suddenly and I called Up Pickering at the Benefit Insurance Company. "This is Thompson speaking, Pickering," I said. "Yes." "Do you remember if an automobile passed you on the night of the Felderson murder, going toward the country-club?" "No." "Do you mean you don't remember?" "No, I remember perfectly. There was only one automobile passed us and that was the black limousine."
Felderson meant more to me than any person living, and I have made up by mind to bring his murderer to justice if I have to devote the rest of my life to it. I know that I have been jumping at conclusions. I've done a lot of things since Mr.
Woods' schedule of that night while I examine the golf links to see if he landed there." We jumped into my car and drove rapidly to the club. I went into the house by the back way to avoid meeting people and asked for Jackson. "Jackson, what time did Mr. Woods get out here on the evening Mr. Felderson was killed?" "Ah espect he got heah 'bout six o'clock, Mistuh Thompson," the negro replied.
I felt as though I, myself, had died and my spirit, snatched from the brilliant, airy sunlight of life, had been plunged into the hammering emptiness of hell. "Jim is dead big, happy, kind-hearted Jim is dead" ached through my brain. They gave me something to drink ammonia, I think and my whirling head began to clear. "Can I see Mrs. Felderson?" I asked the interne.
"Felderson was shot from behind and Helen was the only one with him," I threw out, watching Woods closely to see what effect my words would have on him. The man looked as though he knew more about the crime than I had supposed. "I know that! But haven't people sense enough to see that Helen is utterly incapable of such an act. Good God, they must be blind!"
Thinking they had probably been left in one of the pockets of the automobile, and overlooked when the machine was searched, I decided to run out to the Felderson home the first thing in the morning. Jim's car had been moved to his own garage the morning after the accident, and as I had a pass-key to the place I found it unnecessary to go to the house at all.
Felderson 'ad nothing to do with it?" he gasped. "Truest thing you know, Wicks!" "I fear I'm going to act unseemly, sir. I feel like yelling, 'ip, 'ip, sir." Then he noticed he had me by the arm and hastily murmured apology. "That's all right, Wicksy, old top. Go as far as you like," I cried. "I'm so happy and relieved I could kiss the Kaiser." "You surely wouldn't do that, sir," Wicks reproved.
"There are no buildings," I replied, "but there must be trees in the vicinity of that stream." "That sounds as though it might bring results," Simpson said. "Thompson, suppose you take the coroner out there and see what you can find. In the meantime I'll start proceedings to quash that indictment against Mrs. Felderson."
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