THE MAN WHO SHOT
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haps, is what put me on the right track in this matter. A foreigner—a Jap—rooming in a North Side boarding house, fired four shots from a revolver in the night. The police were summoned and found he had fired at nothing at all—only excited because he was in a strange country and imagined that some one was trying to get into his room."
McAdams now plainly appeared to have roused Max Schimmel's admiration. The little German threw himself back in his chair and raised his hands.
"Ach!" he exclaimed. "What a wonderful thing iss the mindt of a great detective! He remembers efen the least thing—efen so small a thing as this foreigner that fires at nothings! And why? Because sometime be that fact will prove to him useful.
