Achmed Abdullah

“ Didn't you consider that Chester, chiefly since the Clafflin murder, might suspect a trap?”
“Not in the least,” replied Ogilvie. “Marie and I talked it all out over the telephone last night, point for point, logically and psychologically. We figured out the exact part she was going to play. An idealistic young enthusiast—can't you see her, with those wide gray eyes of hers? All for giving the benefit of her brain, her work, her invention, to the public, the world at large, long-suffering, long-overcharged humanity—and not so as to line her own pockets with gold! ”

“ And Ogilvie had smiled disagreeably. “We rely on fate to punish him,” he had replied. “Fate—possibly helped by—oh—deputy fate!”
“Deputy fate?” she had queried.
“Yes,” had come Audley Chester's slow reply. “After all, even fate is more or less man-made. And—don't forget—we have in our organization some very great inventors, some very great physicians and surgeons and biologists!”
“Such as Doctor Hillyer McGrath,” commented Blaine Ogilvie, “who had been Clafflin's physician for many, many years and knew all about the state of his health.” ”

“ Ogilvie, let me be the first to tell you the good news. You are a free man. You can come and go where and as you please. You are no longer under suspicion.”
“Which means you finished the autopsy and you found out——”
“Well, what did we find out?”
“That the revolver bullet which pierced Clafflin's temples was fired after the man had died,” said Ogilvie. “That he died by natural causes, neither by murder, suicide, nor accident!”
“How did you figure it out?” asked the police commissioner with admiration. ”