The policeman looked at the man in blank amazement for an instant. Then he turned away contemptuously:
"All right, young feller," he said, "you don't have to confess to me. But I guess you'll have a chance to tell that story to a judge and jury."
Then he proceeded to examine the dead man's pockets. They were empty.
"Looks like robbery," he murmured. "What is it, Jim? Haven't you got the other man?"
Jim had not found the other man; for the pale young fellow in the sealskin cap had disappeared.
The reporter was stooping over the body, while Doctor Thurston cut through the clothing and laid bare a small round wound.
"Here is another bullet wound," said Sturgis, turning over the body slightly, and pointing out a second round hole in the back of the dead man.
He seemed to take great interest in this discovery. He whipped out a steel tape and rapidly but carefully took a number of measurements, as if to locate the positions of the two wounds. Then he stepped into the cab; and, striking match after match, he spent several minutes apparently in eager search for something which he could not find.
"That is strange," he muttered to himself, as he came out at last.
"What is it?" inquired Thurston, who alone had caught the words.