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Bess Endicotte stared at Herrick where he stood with a black look on his face, and the clumsy weapon in his hand. "And I'll see Bridge about it," he was saying, "the bullet's still at the police office. If it fits this -- -- " he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"What? " cried Bess finding her tongue, and asking the question with a shiver. "Is that the pistol with which -- -- " here her voice died away in her throat. "It can't be," she whispered.