THE MURDER OF JUDGE WATERMAN

“Hurry…hurry…Fordney!” came the agitated voice over the phone. “Waterman speaking. They’ve got me! You’ll…!”

As the Professor called “Hello! Hello!” he heard a shot, a thud, and then—silence!

Jumping into his car, he hurried to the Waterman home. As he was about to alight, Morris, the judge’s chauffeur, ran over.

“I’m glad you’re here, sir,” he exclaimed. “The judge has been murdered!”

Entering the library Fordney found Waterman lying dead on the floor, blood from a temple wound staining the rich Oriental rug.

“How did it happen?” he demanded.

“I had just put up the car,” said Morris, “and was going across the lawn when I noticed the French doors were open. Knowing the judge was alone in the house, I decided to investigate. As I was about to step into the room I heard him talking to you and saw a masked man standing in the doorway. A second later the man fired and ran. The judge fell from a bullet in the temple and I dashed around the house after the killer. I’ve been searching the grounds ever since but have found no trace of him. He must have escaped.”

“Why didn’t you first summon help?”

“Why, I was sure Judge Waterman was dead and I wanted to get his murderer.”

“Have you a gun?”

“Yes…here it is!”

With only a glance at it Fordney pocketed the revolver, opened the door of the cabinet, removed the phone, and when Inspector Kelley at headquarters answered, said, “Judge Waterman has just been murdered. I’ll hold his chauffeur until you get here. Perhaps I’ll get the truth out of him before you arrive.”

How did the Professor know Morris was lying? Turn page for solution.