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I suddenly recognized as dangerous. “Nothin’ whatever, excep’ what I said. You know Harry Temple didn’ shoot Abe.”
    “You mean t’ tell me I’m lyin’,” snapped Harkness angrily.
    “No,” said Jimmy in a cooing drawl. “Nothin’ so harmless. I’m accusin’ you o’ somethin’ a damn sight mo’ dangerous than lyin’. I’m accusin’ you o’ tellin’ th’ truth—th’ exact truth.”
    There was a puzzled pause. I noticed, however, that Harkness was watching Jimmy with a curious alertness.
    “It’s always mo’ dangerous t’ tell th’ truth in a case like this, Harkness,” said Jimmy, still in that gentle drawl. “You tol’ th’ absolute truth about what you saw Harry do, an’ that’s th’ mos’ dangerous thing you could’ve told, because there ain’t but one man could’ve tol’ that.
    “Misteh Coroner, ef you’ll look out o’ the window, you’ll see jus’ wheah Harry Temple walked down th’ kitchen steps, jus’ wheah he went back to th’ stables, jus’ wheah he went into th’ big barn, an’ jus’ wheah he got a drink. An’ then, ef you look, you’ll see wheah he stopped his car, so Harkness could see that it had a self-starter on it, instead of a crank.”
    I saw a light break on the coroner’s face, as he looked from place to place in the yard behind the house. He faced about, just as Jimmy deliberately pulled a revolver out of his pocket.
    “Harkness tol’ th’ truth,” said Jimmy softly. “He tol’ th’ absolute truth, but—theh ain’t but one place you can see all them things from. With all them barns outside, theh ain’t but one place that you c’n see th’ do’ of th’ stables, an’ th’ big barn an’ th’ pump by th’ quarters an’ th’ kitchen do’ all at once. An’ theh wasn’t but one man in th’ world who could’ve seen Harry Temple do all them things, because theh wasn’t but one man in that place.
    “Th’ only place you c’n see all them places from is this heah room, an’ th’ only man in th’ house when Harry Temple did them things was th’ man who’d shot Abe Martin an’ hadn’t had time t’ get away when Harry Temple come drivin’ in!
    “Harkness”—Jimmy’s voice was suddenly like steel—“ef you pull that gun on me I’ll blow a hole right th’ough th’ place yo’ brains ought t’ be!”

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    MURDER MADNESS

(Originally Published in 1930)

CHAPTER I
    The engines of the Almirante Gomez were going dead slow. Away up beside her monster funnels her siren blew dismally, Whoo-oo-oo-oo! and was silent for the regulation period, and blew desolately again into the clinging gray mist that ringed her all about.
    Her decks were wet and glistening. Droplets of water stood upon the deck-stanchions, and dripped from the outer edge of the roof above the promenade deck. A thin, swirling fog lay soggily upon the water and the big steamer went dead slow upon her course, sending dismal and depressing blasts from her horn from time to time. It was barely possible to see from one side of the ship to the other. It was surely impossible to see the bow from a point half astern.
    Charley Bell went forward along the promenade deck. He passed Señor Ortiz, ex-Minister of the Interior of the Argentine Republic. Ortiz bowed to him punctiliously, but Bell had a sudden impression that the Argentine’s face was gray and ghastly. He checked himself and looked back. The little man was climbing the companion-ladder toward the wireless room.
    Bell slipped on toward the bow. He did not want to give an impression of furtiveness, but the Almirante Gomez was twelve days out of New York and Bell was still entirely ignorant of why he was on board. He had been called into the office of his chief in the State Department and told curtly that his request for leave of absence had been granted. And Bell had not asked for a leave of absence. But at just that moment he saw a rubber band on the desk of his immediate superior, a fairly thick rubber band