Garrick
spoke a word or two to each, but was still busy putting the
finishing touches on the preparations for the "entertainment," as
he called it facetiously, which he had arranged.
"Before I put to the test a rather novel combination which I have
arranged," began Garrick, when they had all been seated, "I want
to say a few words about some of the discoveries I have already
made in this remarkable case."
He paused a moment to make sure that he had our attention, but it
was unnecessary. We were all hanging eagerly on his words.
"There is, I believe," he resumed slowly, "no crime that is ever
without a clew. The slightest trace, even a drop of blood no
larger than a pin-head, may suffice to convict a murderer. So may
a single hair found on the clothing of a suspect. In this case,"
he added quickly, "it is the impression made by the hammer of a
pistol on the shell of a cartridge which leads unescapably to one
conclusion."
The idea was so startling that we followed Garrick's every word as
if weighted with tremendous importance, as indeed it was in the
clearing up of this mysterious affair.
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