Well, isoprene, according to Strong, gives out an odour
something like ether. Cushing, or some one else, had apparently
been heating isoprene. As soon as Strong mentioned the smell of
ether I recognised that that was what made the smell of oranges so
peculiar.
"However, that's not the point. There lay Cushing on his back on
the workbench, just as Strong had said. I bent over him, and in
his arm, which was bare, I saw a little gash made by some sharp
instrument and laying bare an artery, I think, which was cut. Long
spurts of blood covered the floor for some distance around and
from the veins in his arm, which had also been severed, a long
stream of blood led to a hollow in the cement floor where it had
collected. I believe that he bled to death."
"And the motive for such a terrible crime?" queried Craig.
Mr. Winslow shook his head helplessly. "I suppose there are plenty
of motives," he answered slowly, "as many motives as there are big
investments in rubber-producing ventures in Goodyear."
"But have you any idea who would go so far to protect his
investments as to kill?" persisted Kennedy.
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