CHAPTER XXXI
AND ONLY ONE ARM
HOTCHKISS was the first to break the tension.
"Mr. Sullivan," he asked suddenly, "was your sister left-handed?"
"Yes."
Hotchkiss put away his note-book and looked around with an air of triumphant vindication. It gave us a chance to smile and look relieved. After all, Mrs. Curtis was dead. It was the happiest solution of the unhappy affair. McKnight brought Sullivan some whisky, and he braced up a little.
"I learned through the papers that my wife was in a Baltimore hospital, and yesterday I ventured there to see her. I felt if she would help me to keep straight, that now, with her father and my sister both dead, we might be happy together.
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