“Well,” explained Harrison, referring to notations, “Frank Jarnow came in at exactly eight o’clock. Arrived in town suddenly. Went up to his room. Told Mrs. Johnson — landlady — that he expected Mr. Windsor. At about eight fifteen, Henry Windsor arrived, nicely drunk. Came into the room. Mrs. Johnson showed him in; she heard Jarnow lock the door.
“A boarder going by the room at about eight thirty — on his way up to the third floor — heard a voice say: ‘You’ll be sorry for this!’ Claims it was Windsor’s voice — he heard Windsor speak afterward.
“Just after eight thirty the shots were fired — two of them. People rushed upstairs. Smashed down the door. Found the light out; Windsor holding the gun. He threatened to shoot to kill. They disarmed him.
“He said he shot Jarnow — also said the same thing down at the district station, but he says he doesn’t remember bringing a gun, nor does he remember the actual action of firing it. Claims his mind is pretty much a blank — says his friends will testify that he gets that way when he boozes.”
“Mm-m-m!” grunted Griffith. “How long between the time when the shots were fired and the time they captured Windsor?”
“We reckon it at about five or six minutes.”
“How did Windsor get in?”
“The landlady let him in.”
“The front door wasn’t locked when I came here just now.”
“No; they don’t lock it until midnight.”