The Silent Bullet by Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin) Reeve
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additions to our knowledge of evolution. Now I don't propose to
bore you with the details of the tests, but one of the things they showed was that the blood of a certain branch of the human race gives a reaction much like the blood of a certain group of monkeys, the chimpanzees, while the blood of another branch gives a reaction like that of the gorilla. Of course there's lots more to it, but this is all that need concern us now. "I tried the tests. The blood on the handkerchief conformed strictly to the latter test. Now the gorilla was, of course, out of the question--this was no Rue Morgue murder. Therefore it was the negro waiter." "But," I interrupted, "the negro offered a perfect alibi at the start, and--" "No buts, Walter. Here's a telegram I received at dinner: 'Congratulations. Confronted Jackson your evidence as wired. Confessed.'" "Well, Craig, I take off my hat to you," I exclaimed. "Next you'll be solving this Kerr Parker case for sure." "I would take a hand in it if they'd let me," said he simply. That night, without saying anything, I sauntered down to the imposing new police building amid the squalor of Center Street. They were very busy at headquarters, but, having once had that assignment for the Star, I had no trouble in getting in. Inspector Barney O'Connor of the Central Office carefully shifted |
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