ABSTRACT
Just behind my chair, and a little back of it, stood a high buhl cabinet. The glass door was shattered. I asked:
'Was this the direction ofyour first shot or your second?' The answer came promptly:
'The second; the first was over there!' He tumed a little to the left, more toward the wall where the great safe
stood, and pointed. 1 followed the direction of his hand and came to the low table whereon rested, amongst other curios, the mummy of the cat which had raised Silvio's ire. 1 got a candle and easily found the mark of the bullet. It had broken a little glass vase and a tazza of black basalt, exquisitely engraved with hieroglyphics, the graven lines being filled with some faint green cement and the whole thing being polished to an equal surface. The bullet, flattened against the wall, lay on the table.
