Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 208, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 January 1924 — Page 8

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THE SHOT IN THE NIGHT

BEGIN HERE TODAY The writer of this story. seeking nocturnal adventure, walks toward Lon don from Woolwich. He stops to rest in front of a long, low house of inter esting architecture with front covered with white stucco. Tall French windows lead into the garden. In one of the French windows there burned a light. A revolver shot is heard. The writer lifts the latch of the gate and tiptoes up the walk to peer into the lighted window. A man is seated in a desk chair. The Intruder steps into the room and finds the mar. dead. A door opening into a dressingroom is ajar and from that room conics the sound of sobbing. A beautiful woman is holding a revolver. She confesses to shooting her husband because he had been cruel to her about a former' . lover named Dick. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY ** y j E loved me when he'd got me most wretched. And he didn’t get tired of It. Oh. 1 can’t tell you.” “Go on.” "Well, It was last night, tonight I mean, just before I went to bed. My husband told me he’d been the owner of Dick’s ship for some months. Dick is first mate now. So yotT can't believe a man would be so vi!e . my husband bribed the captain to Dick with a bad character.” She almost choked: “ . . to dismiss him for being drunk on duty. “LOOK,” I SAID. “ T H A T' S WHERE YOUR BULLET WENT." He’s ruined . . . done for.” Her voice rose loud: “And when I thought of my boy Dick, as I lay there in bed. ruined, done for . scmethlng seemed to go In my head. My husband had a revolver for burglars. I knew where It was . . . I don’t know how I did it ... I just ran In. right up to his desk, and fired at him . . . And I don’t know, I don’t know . . . and here I am ard here I am . . . oh! my God!” My hand went out to find hers, to hold It In a reassuring grip. I dlfl not trust myself to speak, for horror and the repulsion had gone; in my heart was only pity for the woman who had suffered so much. II For a few moments my mind worked in the midst of confusion. Have her, somehow. I must, but the 1 roblem did not at once resolve itself very clearly. It was no use to tell her to run away. She would be caught. It is a testimony to my disturbance that the solution did not ccme to me until the woman, with a

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profound sigh, let herself sink back, ; whiie from her weak hand the | revolver fell upon the # floor. I pulled her to her feet. I realized that it must be getting light, that something must be done now: “Look here,” I said. “I don’t know you. I didn’t know him. I don’t care J whether you killed him or not, but I’ll help you.” “Yes,” she said, looking up at me. In the beautiful green dyes lay child-' ish trust and complete weariness. j 1 picked up the revolyer: "There’s only one way. We must make it look as if he committed suicide.” “Yes.” she said, listlessly. “Will you wait here for a moment while I arrange things?” She nodded, but just as I reached the desk and its ghastly occupant I heard her footsteps behind me. She dared not remain alone. I caught a glimpse of her now and then, as I fitted the ! fingers about the weapon. I managed to curl the little finger to make firm the grip of the nerveless band. Y'es, it was 4 complete. Then I was surprise! to hear behind me a hysterical little laugh, and the woman’s voice, , saying: “He was left-handed.” I could not help smiling through my horror at this revival of the spirit of self-preservation, and shifted the re- j volver to the left hand. “Now.” I said, turning to her. “It’s \ quite simple. Where does your doc- j tor live?” “Oh. not him. please . . . Any- ! how, he lives quite some way off.” "So much the better. Better not j have your doctor if we can help it. j Isn’t there one in this road?” “Yes. Dr. Felstead . . . near- j ly opposite.” “Ail right. You know the story to tell? You went to bed at . . . | better tell the truth, at what time?" f “Eleven o'clock.” ’“And your husband stayed in the study working; he said he had something urgent to prepare. Round about half-past five a shot woke you up. You jumped out of bed, ran in here, and j found him. You understand? Really, pull yourself together. Repeat what I have just told you.” Starting at me, in a hypnotized voice, she said: "At half-past five a 6hot woke me up; I jumped out of bed, ran in and found him, and then . . . and then “Then you lost your head, and you telephoned for me, Mr. Brown.” * “Mr. Brown.” “Yes. I’m an old friend of the j family. I arrived, and you asked me io go for the doctor. I’ll go now.” Thd small hand clutched my arm. “No, ring up. please. Don’t leave 1 me.” "All right. But when the doctor! comes. It’s you who must open the door.” 11l It seemed a long time before Doc tor Feistead came. I had had trouble with him over the telephone, for he did not seem to understand how a per son who was not a patient should want him so early in the morning. At last, I made him realize that there was a casualty: he arrived at twenty to seven. All that time X had been pacing about the tragic room, watching my ghastly companion, and tremulously feeling that he was obstln ately staring at me through those half-closed eyes. I kept a watch, too, upon the woman in the other room, who had thrown herself into the arm chair. From time to time I went to her, forcing her to sit up.and to repeat her story. She terrified me. for the words camb as from a gramophone. Also, at the last moment, when she heard the frbnt door bell, she gave a scream of terror and clutched me round the neck in a maniacal grip; I could feel her shiver ing all over, her heart beat as if she were about to suffocate. I had to; use violence at last to tear her hands apart, to shake her to her feet and to '■ drive her, whimpering and crying, to the front door. I heard the door open, the doctor’s i voice, his steps in the hall. Just as j I was moving toward the door, a sound caused me to turn, a loud ; sound which had come from the; corpse. Shaking with terror I gazed 1 at the motionless thing. It was only as the doctor entered that I realized , That the revolver had fallen from the ! hand. I don’t know why, but this ■ made me feel sick with fear; it j seemed to me that our scheme was set at naught by’ this trifling accident. I don’t know why, but I : formed the idea that if the pistol j were not grasped in the dead hand, we : should be exposed. I rushed toward j the body. The doctor was coming; in. In a sudden" fit of madness. I j picked up the pistol and thrust it j into my pocket. The doctor gave me a curt nod, j went up to the body, felt the pulse, j The woman in the doorway was watch- j ing me. her eyes blinking with hys- ! teria. While the doctor was sounding the heart. I could hear her voice 1 mechanically reciting . . "to 1 bed at /11 o’clock ... I was asleep, and at half-past five She was tying the rope round her neck, now that the pistol no longer lay on the floor, for I had no chance yet to put it back. If I could only get behind the doctor! I went up to the woman and seized her arm in a grip so savage that she winced with pain; “Hold your tongue,” I whin- , pered. hoarsely. She stopped sudden- ; ly. as if paralyzed. T rejoined the j doctor. If only I could get on the | otoher side The doctor was strange. He would not know that this rqan was left-handed. Then he turned to me and said; “Heart-fail ure!” “What? How?” I asked. “Oh, it’s quite clear.” I was too stunned to speak. T let the doctor raise up the body, drag it to a sofa, open the shirt and vest, murmuring meanwhile: “He’s dead: I’m sorry to say’ that's unit? certain, but perhaps it will be some satisfaction, but per , haps it will be some satisfaction to i you if 1 make still more sure.” The doctor’s fingers were nimble; after a moment the man's chest lay exposed, while the doctor applied his stethoscope: {Ttei'e was no wound. I felt dizzy. Here was something that I couldn't understand. A man struck as if by lightning, and benind j --- • ✓ -

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after this lady. I suppose the sern tits will be coming down soon.” Some instinct was speaking to me for I said In an even tone: “Os •curse, I’ll look after her. It's a re&t shock to her to come in here ml find her husband like this. How mg do you think he’s been dead?" “Well,” said the doctor, opening and closing the fingers with compete casualness, “it's difficult to say. There’s no real rigor mortis yet, but there’s just a little. I should say that he must have died where he sat, not earlier than midnight, and not later than 2 o’clock In the morning. Still, that’s of no interest to you. I’m afraid you’ll have to come to the Inquest. I think, If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go now. I can't do anything more for you.” “Thank you, doctor,” I said, seeing him out. When I came back, the woman had not moved. She was staring at her husband’s body where it lay. “So,” T whispered, didn’t kill him.” “I shot him,” she murmured. “No, no,” I said, consolingly, in the tone one uses to a child. "Don’t you understand? It was a dead man voU fired at. He had been dead over three hours when you fired at him.” Then my eyes caught sight of a chiffonier between the .two tall windows. “Look,” I said, pointing to a shattered laswestoft bowl, “that’s where your bullet went.” 'nother story of midnight adven'ore by YV. L George. “In a Ijegaioe’s Shoes-.” will start in our next issue.

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