“What time did you get up?”
“About half past eight o’clock.”
Carter went out into the back yard.
There he found footprints in the snow leading from the foot of the ladder over to a gate in the fence, which opened to an alley running along between the yards into Hudson Street.
The trail was plain and distinct.
The detective followed it until it ended on Hudson Street.
Then he returned to the yard, where he made a search for the weapon, thinking the assassin might have thrown it away.
But there was no trace of it to be found.
Carter went back into the barroom.
The coroner had arrived and was preparing to take charge of the body.