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It was
a most unusual wound and not at all the sort that could have been
made by a bullet.
As Kennedy examined it, he remarked, shaking his head in
confirmation of his own opinion, "That must have been done by a
Behr bulletless gun."
"A bulletless gun?" I repeated.
"Yes, a sort of pistol with a spring-operated device that projects
a sharp blade with great force. No bullet and no powder are used
in it. But when it is placed directly over a vital point of the
skull so that the aim is unerring, a trigger lets a long knife
shoot out with tremendous force, and death is instantaneous."
Near the door, leading to the courtyard that opened on the side
street, were some spots of blood. They were so far from the place
where the valet had discovered the body of the chef that there
could be no doubt that they were blood from the murderer himself.
Kennedy's reasoning in the matter seemed irresistible.
He looked under the table near the door, covered with a large
light cloth. Beneath the table and behind the cloth he found
another blood spot.


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