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Reeve, Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin), 1880-1936

"Guy Garrick"

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"My lawyer has my statement about that. I'll read--"
"No, Forbes," interrupted Garrick. "You needn't read. Your lawyer
may be interested to add this to the statement, however. A pistol
that has been shot off has potassium sulphide from the powder in
the barrel. Later, it oxidizes and iron oxide is found. This
weapon has neither the sulphide nor the oxide, as far as I can
determine. It has never even been discharged. No, it was not the
pistol found on Forbes that figured in this case.
"As far as that new-fangled gun goes, Forbes, it was a frame-up.
You were kidnapped by a man whom you thought was your friend, and
it was done for a purpose. He knew the situation you were in, your
jealousy--I won't dwell on that here. He held you at the house up
in the valley. You told the truth about that. He did it, the man
who wrote the letter, because he hoped ultimately to shift all the
guilt on you and himself go scot-free."
Forbes stared dumbly. I knew he had known what was coming but had
held back for fear of what he knew had always happened to
informers in the circle to which he had sunk.


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