That they believed him to be dead
when they first took him up, as he had never moved, spoken, or
breathed. That intelligence of the murder had been sent to the
superintendent, who would probably soon be here. That two or three
policemen were still about the place where the murder was committed,
seeking out for some trace of the murderer. Having said this, they
stopped speaking.
Mr. Carson had listened attentively, never taking his eyes off the
dead body. When they had ended, he said--
"Where was he shot?"
They lifted up some of the thick chestnut curls, and showed a blue
spot (you could hardly call it a hole, the flesh had closed so much
over it) in the left temple. A deadly aim! And yet it was so dark a
night!
"He must have been close upon him," said one policeman.
"And have had him between him and the sky," added the other.
There was a little commotion at the door of the room, and there
stood poor Mrs. Carson, the mother.
She had heard unusual noises in the house, and had sent down her
maid (much more a companion to her than her highly-educated
daughters) to discover what was going on.
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