And all of a sudden a shot rang out, and Lydenberg fell--just here--right on this very pavement." He pulled Allerdyke up in a narrow part of the old street, jointed to the flags, and then to the house behind them--an ancient, ramshackle place, the doors and windows of which were boarded up, the entire fabric of which showed unmistakable readiness for the pick and shovel of the house-breaker.

And he laid a hand on one of the shattered windows, close by a big hole in the decaying wood.
"There's no doubt the murderer was hidden behind this shutter, and that he fired at Lydenberg from it, through this hole," he said.

"So, you see, he'd only be a few feet from his man.

He was evidently a good shot, and a fellow of resolute nerve, for he made no mistake.

He only fired once, but he shot Lydenberg clean through the heart, dead!" "Anybody see it happen ?" asked Allerdyke, staring about him at the scene of the tragedy, and thinking how very ordinary and commonplace everything looked.