"Yes," replied Salisbury.
"Where did you get it?"
"I found it here — on the floor. I picked it up" — Salisbury suddenly began to realize the unusualness of his story — "because I thought some one must be here. The shot must have been fired by some one — unless Wellington killed himself—"
"You have a gun of your own?" inquired the sergeant.
"No," said Salisbury weakly, "I was unarmed—"
"Yet you ran down here?"
"Yes."
The sergeant looked at the weapon in his hand. Salisbury looked at the weapon. An astonished gasp came from his lips. It was his missing revolver!
"That — that is my—"
Salisbury stopped as he was blurting out his discovery. Gripped by sudden apprehension, he could go no further. But the sergeant, catching his tone, prompted him.