“Here is the weapon,” he said quietly.
“But who did it?” asked Shirley.
“It’s some of Jones’ work, I should say,” said Mabel.
“Of course,” agreed Dick.
At this moment Jimmy tried to sit up.
“What time is it?” he asked in a feeble voice.
Shirley looked at her watch.
“Quarter after twelve,” she said.
“Then I must get up,” declared Jimmy. “I must get to the track.”
A knock sounded at the door, and the hotel physician entered. He made a quick examination.