The Hollow
“So far, the honours lay with Gudgeon.
“I am very sorry, sir,” he repeated. “I suppose I ought to have mentioned the occurrence, but it had slipped my memory.”
He looked apologetically from the inspector to Sir Henry.
“It was about 5:30 if I remember rightly, sir. I was crossing the hall to see if there were any letters for the post when I noticed a revolver lying on the hall table. I presumed it was from the master’s collection, so I picked it up and brought it in here. There was a gap on the s...helf by the mantelpiece where it had come from, so I replaced it where it belonged.”
“Point it out to me,” said Grange.
Gudgeon rose and went to the shelf in question, the inspector close behind him.
“It was this one, sir.” Gudgeon’s finger indicated a small Mauser pistol at the end of the row.
It was a .25—quite a small weapon. It was certainly not the gun that had killed John Christow.
Grange, with his eyes on Gudgeon’s face, said: “That’s an automatic pistol, not a revolver.”MoreLess
“I am very sorry, sir,” he repeated. “I suppose I ought to have mentioned the occurrence, but it had slipped my memory.”
He looked apologetically from the inspector to Sir Henry.
“It was about 5:30 if I remember rightly, sir. I was crossing the hall to see if there were any letters for the post when I noticed a revolver lying on the hall table. I presumed it was from the master’s collection, so I picked it up and brought it in here. There was a gap on the s...helf by the mantelpiece where it had come from, so I replaced it where it belonged.”
“Point it out to me,” said Grange.
Gudgeon rose and went to the shelf in question, the inspector close behind him.
“It was this one, sir.” Gudgeon’s finger indicated a small Mauser pistol at the end of the row.
It was a .25—quite a small weapon. It was certainly not the gun that had killed John Christow.
Grange, with his eyes on Gudgeon’s face, said: “That’s an automatic pistol, not a revolver.”MoreLess
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