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It worked, at least as far as Garrick wanted to talk yet.
"You'll see about the cartridge soon enough, Tom," he rejoined.
"As for there being no bullet, there was a bullet--only it was of
a kind you never dreamed of before."
He regarded me contemplatively for a moment, then leaned over and
in a voice full of meaning, concluded, "That bullet was composed
of something soft or liquid, probably confined in some kind of
thin capsule. It mushroomed out like a dumdum bullet. It was
deadly. But the chief advantage was that the heat that remained in
Rena Taylor's body melted all evidence of the bullet. That was
what caused that greasy, oleaginous appearance of the wound. The
murderer thought he left no trail in the bullet in the corpse. In
other words, it was practically a liquid bullet."


CHAPTER V
THE BLACKMAILER

It was late in the afternoon, while Garrick was still busy with a
high-powered microscope, making innumerable micro-photographs,
when the door of the office opened softly and a young lady
entered.


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