Chapter 27 Chapter 26 Facts

The three walked into Grant's room quietly.Grant stared at them for a moment, then closed the door behind him. Curly Grant and Kit Horn were there too, looking blankly at them from their chairs, their faces pale. "What's the matter?" grumbled Grant. "What's the matter this time?" A black bottle sits on the table with three used wine glasses beside it. "Having a nightcap, I see," said Ellery briskly. "Oh, it's kind of embarrassing to say it. But Sergeant Quinn has an order, and you see, I can't stop him." He grinned cheekily, Officer Quinn frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead became more prominent, "Look, it looks like this, the officer is going to search this room."

Officer Quinn's face flushed red.Officer Willie took a step closer to Grant's stout body. "Search my room?" Grant asked in a perplexed and rude tone, "Why the hell?" "Go ahead, Thomas," said Sergeant Quinn weakly.Officer Willie ignored that and immediately started searching.Grant was so angry that he clenched his big brown fists, eager to use force.But he just shrugged and stood still. "Officer, I will remember you for the rest of my life!" He said every word. Curley jumped up, and pushed Willy away who was about to open the drawer: "Don't touch that thing!" He yelled, and then leaned towards Officer Quinn, "What the hell is this? —The Russian Revolution? Where's your warrant? What right do you have to break into a citizen's room? . . . "

Crazy Bill grabbed his son by the arm and pulled him aside: "Don't worry, Curley," and then he said over his shoulder, "You'll be searched. If you don't, you'll be damned!" Officer Willie winked amusedly at Curley, then looked at Officer Quinn, saw him nod, and immediately turned around to continue searching. Curley sat back beside Kit like a wronged child.Kit said nothing, and kept staring at Ellery questioningly. Ellery took off his pince-nez, flustered. Officer Willie searched tirelessly, even though he was met with countless blank stares.Like an impatient thief, he rummages around at a rapid pace.Drawers were pulled out one by one, looked left and right, and then pushed back with a "bang".Then his attention turned to the cupboard, then the bed.He rattled the wooden bed.

Grant and his son, Kit and Quinn watched silently, dumbfounded. The closet... The police officer opened the door, folded his palms together in a praying gesture, and then threw himself on the hanging clothes and rummaged through them. Under his hands, all kinds of clothes were messed up and crumpled... Or There is no doubt about it.Then he crouched down toward the shoes again. When he stood up again, a painful expression appeared on his face.He began to look suspiciously at Ellery, who continued to polish his pince-nez, glancing at Grant beside him with piercing glances. Sergeant Willie began to feel what was on the top shelf.His hand touched a large white country-shaped box.He pulled it down and untied the rope that bound it.It contained a dark wide-brimmed Western hat, new, handsome and handsome.He picked up his hat... and froze.

He slowly backed away from the closet, carefully carried the box, and placed it on the table in front of Officer Quinn.His eyes on Ellery had become a little ambiguous. Lying quietly on the bottom of the box was a flat, single, compact weapon...a 25-caliber automatic pistol with a pivot. Grant shuddered, and his bronzed face lost its color and became as cold as marble.Kit began to cry, and put his hands over his mouth hastily to stifle the sobs, and fixed his eyes on Grant with terror.Curley sat down like a stake, doubtful, bewildered, and stupid. Officer Quinn was also secretly taken aback when he saw the gun.He took the gun out of the box and put it straight into his pocket.Then he reached behind his back and quickly took out his .38 police pistol from the back pocket of his trousers.But the posture of holding the gun is so-so.

"Well," he said quietly, "do you have anything to say in your defense, Grant?" Grant turned a blind eye to the gun pointed at himself: "What--my God, I--" He was tense, breathing quickly, tongue-tied, eyes full of life, "I--" "You're not going to tell me," said Sergeant Quinn evenly, "that you don't own a .25, Grant?" "I haven't," said Grant slowly, bewildered. "Oh, don't you recognize your little friend?" Officer Quinn patted his pocket, "Isn't it yours?" "It's not mine at all," said Grant despondently. "I haven't even seen it."

Curley stood up in a startled state, looked at his father, and swayed from side to side; Sergeant Willey pushed him back into the chair and stood beside him to watch him. Kit suddenly let out a strange cry, and before everyone could figure out what was going on, she had already pounced on Grant like a ferocious tigress, strangling the latter by the throat with sharp fingers.Grant was motionless, and offered no resistance. Ellery rushed forward and shouted, "Miss Horn! For God's sake, don't!" She let go, a look of anger and disgust on her brown face.She approached his face, gritted her teeth word by word, and said, "As long as I'm alive, I'll find a way to kill you two slashing villains!"

A shudder passed through Grant. "Thomas," Sergeant Quinn ordered briskly, "I'll take care of these people. You take the gun out of my pocket and send it to Knowles at headquarters for inspection. We'll wait here." Officer Willie was ordered to go.Officer Quinn sternly yelled at the people in the room: "No one is allowed to move. You! Grant, sit down! Miss Horne, sit down too. And you, young man, stay still." Officer Quinn The barrel in his hand drew an arc in front of them. Ellery sighed softly. It seemed a century before the telephone rang.There was a cold war between the Grants and Kit.

"Sit still," Sergeant Quinn said softly. "Ellery, get on the phone. It must be Knowles, or Thomas." Ellery went to the phone, listened in silence for a moment, then hung up. "What do you say?" Officer Quinn asked, still staring at those people intently. Grant didn't move.Stared at Ellery's lips with almost pained eyes.It's almost like a prisoner in a courtroom surviving a jury's decision, staring at the lips of a justice to read a life-or-death verdict. Ellery whispered, "The officer reported that it was the same gun that killed Horne and Woody."

Kit shuddered, and his eyes became wild and fierce—like the reaction of wild animals when they are suddenly dazzled by bright lights or realize that danger is approaching. "Hands up, Grant," snapped Sergeant Quinn, "I'm arresting you for the murder of Buck Horne and One-Armed Woody. I'm obliged to warn you—what you say may be against you ..."