The auditors, spellbound by his train of reasoning, had literally hung in suspense.
“The man evidently had a gun,” Grover went ahead with his thought, speaking slowly. “He took only a fraction of time to leap up and pursue. He would not have let Astrovox get far.
“Let us search the areaways nearby,” he concluded, seriously.
They scattered, the police officers and the detective organizing the search.
It was “score one” for the Mystery Wizard.
Sound had been his deductions, as events showed.
Only in one point had he been mistaken.
The old astrologer had not been shot. His limp body, brought in from its place within an old packing case across the street, showed that not the muzzle had been used to make of him a target. The butt of the weapon had left its mark.
“Adrenalin—we may bring him back!” shouted Doctor Ryder.
Potts raced for the nearest drug-store, while the police called an ambulance.