David Bernard

“ Professor Du Bois' face went pale at that. He stooped behind the sofa, examining the phonograph. He emerged with the record in his hand.
"You're wrong, dead wrong," he said slowly, huskily. A look a little bit like fright was on his face. "You did set this record off. That voice we... you heard was from the record."
"Why sure," Lieutenant Crane put in, "only a guy as guilty as Rumster would believe this music humbug. When you're dead——"
But I looked down at the catch protruding from the rug. ”

“ It was the professor's brother-in-law, Detective-Lieutenant Crane, and he had bad news about Richford Mason, a friend of Professor Du Bois.
"Mason died early this morning," Lieutenant Crane said, "snuffed out by an overdose of morphine given to him as medicine." Then he went on to tell the shocked professor that Mason's partner, Rumster, was being held. "We know he's guilty as hell, but he's got enough of an alibi to beat conviction if we bring him to trial–unless we can break him." ”

“ Not until you are where I now am will you know. Now I know the meaning of what men fear. Merely the body–"
"Yes, Richford, who killed your body?"
"Him I pity, not hate. What a fool! Did he know what I now know, what I now see, never would he have done it. ”