Mr. Justice Wargrave was silting in his high-backed chair at the end of the room. Two candles burnt on either side of him. But what shocked and startled the onlookers was the fact that he sat there robed in scarlet with a judge's wig upon his head...
Dr. Armstrong motioned to the others to keep back. He himself walked across to the silent staring figure, reeling a little as he walked like a drunken man.
He bent forward, peering into the still face. Then, with a swift movement, he raised the wig. It fell to the floor, revealing the high bald forehead with, in the very middle, a round stained mark from which something had trickled...
Dr. Armstrong raised the limp hand and felt for the pulse. Then he turned to the others.
He said - and his voice was expressionless, dead, far away:
"He's been shot... "
Blore said:
"God - the revolver!"
The doctor said, still in the same lifeless voice:
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Mr. Justice Wargrave was silting in his high-backed chair at the end of the room.
Two candles burnt on either side of him. But what shocked and startled the
onlookers was the fact that he sat there robed in scarlet with a judge's wig upon
his head...
Dr. Armstrong motioned to the others to keep back. He himself walked across to
the silent staring figure, reeling a little as he walked like a drunken man.
He bent forward, peering into the still face. Then, with a swift movement, he
raised the wig. It fell to the floor, revealing the high bald forehead with, in the
very middle, a round stained mark from which something had trickled...
Dr. Armstrong raised the limp hand and felt for the pulse. Then he turned to the
others.
He said - and his voice was expressionless, dead, far away:
"He's been shot... "
Blore said:
"God - the revolver!"
The doctor said, still in the same lifeless voice:
"Got him through the head. Instantaneous."