It was about
one-third the diameter of a red corpuscle of blood and its weight
had been estimated as about .00685 milligrams, truly a fairy
thread. It was finer than the most delicate cobweb and could be
seen with the naked eye only when a strong light was thrown on it
so as to catch the reflection.
"All I can say is," he admitted, "that the bullets which committed
this horrible series of crimes have been proven all to be shot
from the same gun, presumably, I think I shall show, by the same
hand, and that hand is the same that wrote the blackmailing
letter."
"Whose gun was it?" I asked. "Was there a way to connect it and
the bullets and the cartridges with the owner--four things, all
separated--and then that owner with the curious and tragic
succession of events that had marked the case since the theft of
Warrington's car?"
Garrick had apparently completed his present work of adjusting the
delicate apparatus. He was now engaged on another piece which also
had a powerful light in it and an attachment which bore a strong
resemblance to a horn.
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