[Pg 39] [Pg 39] CHAPTER IV. FERRARS. CHAPTER IV. FERRARS. Robert Brierly caught his breath. "And your reason?" he gasped, "for you have a reason other than the mere fact of the bullet-wound in the neck." "I have seen just such deeds in the wild west and I know how they are done. But this is also professional knowledge. Besides, man, call reason to your aid! Oh, I expect too much. The hurt is too fresh, you can only feel now, but the man shot by accident, be it by his own hand or that of another, is not shot twice." "Good heavens, no!" "But when one who creeps upon his victim unawares, shoots him from behind, and, as he falls, fearing the work is not completed, shoots again, the victim, as you must see, receives the wound further to the front as[Pg 40] the body falls forward and partially turns in falling. Do you see? Do you comprehend?" [Pg 40] "Yes." Brierly shuddered. "Brierly, this talk is hurting you cruelly. Let us drop details, or postpone them." "Not the essential ones. I must bear what I must. Go on, doctor. I quite agree with you. It looks like a murder, and we must—I must know the truth—must find the one who did the deed. Doctor, advise me." "About——" "How to begin, no time should be lost." "That means a good detective, as soon as possible. Do you chance to know any of these gentry?" "I——No, indeed! I suppose a telegram to the chief of police——"
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