SHOT WITH CRIMSON
By George Barr McCutcheon
Illustrated by F. R. Gruger
New York: Dodd, Mead And Company
1918
CONTENTS
SHOT WITH CRIMSON
CHAPTER I
FOR thirty seconds no one moved.
An odd sort of paralysis seemed to have gripped every one in the room,—paralysis of the mind as well as of the body.
Then puzzled, wondering looks were exchanged.
A man sitting near the fireplace glanced sharply, apprehensively at the huge beams in the ceiling and muttered:
“What was it! Sounded as though something had smashed in the roof. There's a tremendous wind. It may have got that big tree at the corner of the locker room.”
“It couldn't have been thunder,—not at this time of the year,” said one of the women, sending a nervous, frightened look at her husband who sprawled ungracefully in a big Morris chair at the end of a table littered with newspapers and magazines.
“'Gad, did you feel the house rock?” exclaimed he, sitting up suddenly, his