But he held off too
long; he waited for something. My personal opinion is that he
waited to see Miss Gertrude before flying from the country.
Then, when he had shot down Arnold Armstrong that night, he had
to choose between two evils. He did the thing that would
immediately turn public opinion in his favor, and surrendered
himself, as an innocent man. The strongest thing against him is
his preparation for flight, and his deciding to come back after
the murder of Arnold Armstrong. He was shrewd enough to disarm
suspicion as to the graver charge?"
The evening dragged along slowly. Mrs. Watson came to my bedroom
before I went to bed and asked if I had any arnica. She showed
me a badly swollen hand, with reddish streaks running toward the
elbow; she said it was the hand she had hurt the night of the
murder a week before, and that she had not slept well since. It
looked to me as if it might be serious, and I told her to let
Doctor Stewart see it.
The next morning Mrs. Watson went up to town on the eleven
train, and was admitted to the Charity Hospital. She was
suffering from blood-poisoning. I fully meant to go up and see
her there, but other things drove her entirely from my mind. I
telephoned to the hospital that day, however, and ordered a
private room for her, and whatever comforts she might be allowed.
Mrs. Armstrong arrived Monday evening with her husband's body,
and the services were set for the next day. The house on
Chestnut Street, in town, had been opened, and Tuesday morning
Louise left us to go home.
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