Dr Haledjian was shaving in his hotel room on the second floor when he heard a woman screaming, "Help!" Tossing on his robe, he dashed into the hall. In front of room 213 a woman stood crying and screaming.
Introducing himself, Haledjian looked through the open door and saw a man slumped in an easy chair. A swift examination showed he had just been killed by a bullet through the heart.
"Try to get hold of yourself and tell me what happened," said the sleuth.
"I'm Clara Uffner," sobbed the woman. “A few moments ago I heard a knock on the door. A voice said, 'Telegram'. ”
"I opened the door. A masked man stood there, a gun in his gloved hand. He shot my husband, tossed the gun into the room, and ran."
The automatic pistol on the floor, Haledjian saw, was equipped with a silencer. Returning to the hall, he noted the door at one end marked Exit.
Reentering the room, he stepped on something hard. It turned out to be an empty cartridge shell. Farther to the left was another. Both were of the caliber to match the pistol.
Embedded in the wall, about two feet above the seated body, Haledjian discovered a second bullet.
"All right, Mrs. Uffner,” he said sternly. "Now tell me the truth!".
Why did Dr. Haledjian doubt Mrs. Uffner?