No one came out of that room as I went in and yet he was only swaying forward, as if I had shot him one moment, and caught him as he fell, the next. The expression of fear in his eyes was terrible to see. A gust of wind shook the shutters, and he jumped almost out of his chair. There have been cases where men confessed murders they never committed, driven by Heaven knows what method of undermining their mental resistance. I was startled beyond any necessity, under the circumstances.
Many people have thirty-twos.
If your revolver was stolen with the leather bag, you had nothing to do with the murder. Fleming was shot with a thirty-two. He looked first incredulous, then relieved. In his position he would be likely to have enemies. This person, let us say, knows what you carry in your grip, and steals it, taking away the funds that would have helped to keep the lid on Fleming's mismanagement for a time.