But more had happened than the whizzing flight of a bullet through one
of the holes of the hot-air register. The "Who's Who" had been jerked
almost out of Dundee's hand before he had lifted the heavy volume many
inches from the shelf. Coincidental with the disappearance of a bit of
white string which had been pinned to a thin page of the book was a
metallic clatter, followed swiftly by the faint sound of a bump far
below.
Dropping "Who's Who" to the floor, Dundee flung open his living room
door and raced down three flights of stairs. He brought up, panting, at
the door of the basement. It was not locked and in another minute he was
standing before the big hot-air furnace. Above the fire box was a big
metal compartment--the reservoir for the heated air. And set into the
reservoir, to conduct the heat to the regions above, were three huge
pipes.
With strength augmented by excitement, Dundee tugged and tore at one of
the pipes until he had dislodged it. Then thrusting his hand into the
heat reservoir, he groped until he had found what he had known must be
there--_Judge Marshall's automatic, with the Maxim silencer screwed upon
the end of its short nose_.
At last he held in his hands the weapon with which Nita Leigh Selim and
Dexter Sprague had been murdered.
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