CHAPTER X.THE TRUE STORY OF MRS. JOHN JONES.
Jones fell back into his chair. The woman bit her lip till the blood spurted out.
Then suddenly the color left her face. She sat up, staring straight before her, and she did not move during the explanation which Nick gave.
While he was speaking, the detective watched her narrowly. Certainly she was meditating some remarkable action. He wondered what it could be.
“Yes,” said Nick, turning to the superintendent, “we have at last straightened out the matter of those two rooms and their occupants.
“As to the spot where the crime was committed, I have not been in doubt from the first.
“You will remember that the fatal wound was visible on both the woman’s temples. The bullet passed entirely through her head.
“But where was the bullet? That was
