“A dozen times at least, Mr. Trant,” the girl replied, staring at him, startled.
“This is extraordinary!” Trant strode up and down. “Nobody could have hoped for so fortunate a clew. We knew that Walter Newberry foresaw his own death; now we actually get from him himself, the key—possibly the complete explanation of his danger.”
“Explanation!” shouted the police detective. “I’ve heard no explanation! You’re throwing an impressive bluff, Mr. Trant; but I’ve heard nothing yet to make me doubt that Newberry met his death at the hands of his wife; and I arrest her for his murder!”
“I can’t prevent your arresting Mrs. Newberry.” Trant turned to look at the police officer. “But I can tell you—if you care to hear it—how Walter Newberry died! He was not shot by his wife; he did not die by his ow
