Instead, he began rummaging the room for
possible evidence, more for something to do than because he hoped
to find anything, while we were waiting anxiously for something to
happen.
An exclamation from Garrick, however, brought me to his side.
Tucked away in a bureau drawer under some soiled linen that
plainly belonged to Forbes, he drew out what looked like a single
blue-steel tube about three inches long. At its base was a hard-
rubber cap, which fitted snugly into the palm of the hand as he
held it. His first and middle fingers encircled the barrel, over a
steel ring. A pull downward and the thing gave a click.
"Good that it wasn't loaded," Garrick remarked. "I knew what the
thing was, all right, but I didn't think the spring was as
delicate as all that. It is a new and terrible weapon of
destruction of human life, one that can be carried by the thug or
the burglar and no one be the wiser, unless he has occasion to use
it. It is a gun that can be concealed in the palm of the hand.
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