The Silent Bullet by Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin) Reeve
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"Why, yes, you surely will be able to see him to-night. He hasn't stirred from the house since his wife died. He told me he momentarily expected messages from her direct when she had got strong enough in her new world. I believe they had some kind of a compact to that effect. The rappings come at twelve-thirty." "Ah, then I shall have plenty of time to run over to my laboratory before seeing Mr. Vandam and get some apparatus I have in mind. No, Doctor, you needn't bother to go with me. Just give me a card of introduction. I'll see you to-morrow at ten. Good-night--oh, by the way, don't give out any of the facts you have told me." "Jameson," said Craig, when we were walking rapidly over toward the university, "this promises to be an uncommonly difficult case." "As I view it now," I said, "I have suspicions of everybody concerned in it. Even the view of the Star, that it is a case of suicide due to overwrought nerves, may explain it." "It might even be a natural death," Craig added. "And that would make it a greater mystery than ever--a case for psychical research. One thing that I am going to do to-night will tell me much, however." At the laboratory he unlocked a glass case and took out a little instrument which looked like two horizontal pendulums suspended by fine wires. There was a large magnet near each pendulum, and |
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