But the revolver
shot had kind of got my attention, so I was taking notice of the
windows. Then suddenly I caught sight of the woman. You see, the
gas-light was near the window and she kind of leaned over and turned
it out. It was only for a time as long as that," and the man snapped
his fingers. "But I saw her plain. Then I heard her coming down the
stairs to the street--almost at a run. She banged the street door shut
after her, jumped into her car and went tearing away as if she was
crazy. I stayed fifteen minutes before I got a fare; but nothing else
happened."
Pendleton's hand closed hard on the edge of the chair he sat in. There
was a moment's silence; then Ashton-Kirk asked:
"Just where was your cab standing at this time?"
"Right in front of McCausland's door."
"And you were on the box?"
"Yes."
The investigator put a piece of money in the man's hand as he and
Pendleton arose and prepared to go.
"Say," said Sam curiously, "I've been in bed all day and ain't heard a
word of anything. Who's been done up?"
"Hume. Stabbed in the chest."
"Shot, you mean."
"No, I mean stabbed. With a bayonet."
The man stared wonderingly.
"G'way," he said.
They bid him good-day and tramped down the three long flights to the
street.
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