Chapter 10

The prospect of working and exercising his usual skill seemed to support him at once; He seemed a different man when he started his business. I told Mrs. Grant to hold the tourniquet, and she went and stood where he stood and looked where he pointed in the dark. I could not help but notice the mechanical subtlety of his mind, as if he had shown me the place where he stood, or, of course, had drawn the revolver from his pocket, and pointed with it. The chair from which she got up is still standing. Then I asked him to point with just his hand, as I wanted to move in the trajectory of his shot.

Directly behind my chair, with its little back, stood Pohl's tall dresser. The glass door shattered. I asked:

“Was that the direction of your first shot or the second?”

The answer came immediately. "The second; the first was there!"

Turning a little to the left, more towards the wall where the great safe stood, he pointed, and I followed the direction of h