"She was going at a low speed," proceeded Sams, "and as she passed
Hume's I noticed her look up at the windows. After she disappeared
there wasn't a sound for a while. You see, nobody hardly ever passes
through Christie Place after one o'clock. Then I hears her coming
back. This time she stopped the car, got out and went to the door that
leads into Hume's place. There she stopped a little, as though she
didn't know whether to go in or not. But at last she went in."
Pendleton coughed huskily at this point; and his friend glancing at
him saw that his face was white.
"And up to that time," said Ashton-Kirk, "are you sure that there was
no movement--no sound--in the front room at Hume's?"
"As far as I noticed, there wasn't. But a few minutes after I heard
the woman go in, I _did_ hear some sounds."
The man stroked his shaven jaws in the deliberate manner of a person
about to precipitate a crisis. Pendleton leaned toward him, anxiously.
"What sort of sounds?" he asked.
"There were two," replied the cab driver. "The first was a revolver
shot; the second came right after, and was a kind of a scream--like
that of a parrot."
"And what then?" asked Ashton-Kirk, easily.
"There wasn't anything for a few minutes, anyway.
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