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If you think that machine gun is any proof against me, just step inside and I'll show you that it is of an entirely different caliber from the gun that killed Felderson." We hesitated for a second, I think because of the brazen effrontery, the splendid calmness of the man. A doubt began to form in my mind as to whether he had anything to do with the murder at all.
"Gentlemen, I have already sent to the papers a statement that I am able to produce testimony as to my whereabouts during every minute of the night when James Felderson was killed. When the trial comes, I shall produce that testimony.
Thompson," Kirkpatrick began, "on the evening of the tragedy did you see Mrs. Felderson leave with Mr. Felderson?" "No," I replied. "Do you know if she was sitting in the back seat or the front seat of that automobile?" he asked. "I couldn't say." Kirkpatrick took Jim's revolver from the table. "Is this revolver familiar to you?" "I don't know." "Did Mr.
"May I ask, Jim, where I am going to stay and what I am going to do while you are investigating Frank's past?" "You are going to stay here." "Here? But where will you stay?" "I am going to stay here with you." Woods came around the divan. "Look here, Felderson! Can't you see Helen doesn't love you, that you've lost ?" "Keep back!" warned Jim huskily. "She can't stay here with you.
Will you tell me how you discovered the accident?" "I had been out to Blandesville on business and was returning with a party of friends. As we neared the bridge, one of them caught sight of the upturned automobile in the creek, and we stopped. We found Mrs. Felderson first, being attracted by her moans.
At the present time, she is so upset over that, she really doesn't know what she is saying. Quiet them in some way, Wicks! And tell Annie to stay with Mrs. Felderson!" "Very good, sir." He started to leave. "And, Wicks " "Yes, sir." "There is no need of your looking for another place." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" Wicks departed and I was left to my gloomy thoughts.
That's asking a little too much. Also, it is hard to believe that Schreiber, who was driving the car, would risk a smash-up to his own car and possible death for himself and party, in order to try to make Felderson go into the ditch. Then, too, if Zalnitch recognized Felderson's car, why didn't he fire point-blank at Felderson instead of waiting till he got past? No!
Felderson was driving recklessly, saw the bridge, put on the brakes, skidded was killed." "But why should he put on his brakes at the bridge?" I queried. "I've thought of that," he smiled. "Perfectly logical. There's a nasty bump at the bridge and he naturally didn't want to jar Mrs. Felderson." "So he turned into the ditch and pitched her out on her head instead," I jeered.
"This is Captain Wadsworth of the North District Police Station speaking. Your brother-in-law had a very bad accident with his car at the second bridge on the Blandesville Road. Both Mr. and Mrs. Felderson were pretty badly injured." "Where are they now?" I gasped, fear clutching at my throat. "They have been taken to St. Mary's Hospital." I slammed down the receiver and tore into my clothes.
She squeezes your hand or pats you at the least opportunity, and this one was unequaled. "Poor, dear Mr. Felderson. It is such a loss. I was shocked to death when I heard it. And Mrs. Felderson, the poor child, is she going to ah t-t-t. I was afraid so when I read it in the paper. I'm surprised to find you here. How is your poor dear mother?"
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