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196 fine type of the Smith & Wesson. It was fully loaded; none of the chambers had been discharged.

“Ah,” he said, “see t’ere,” and he pointed to a clot of blood on the butt. “T’e butt iss very heavy,” he added, turning it up. “And see—here are some initials—J. T. D. Whose are t’ey?”

“They are John Tolbert Drysdale’s,” answered Delroy in a low voice.