As he did so, a shot rang out, and a ball sped close to his head.
The room was so dense with suffocating powder smoke that he could not
see across it, but he had seen the dull-red flash from the muzzle of a
revolver and shot in that direction.
"I'm done," he heard, followed by a deep groan.
"Get me out of here," said a man, trying to struggle to his feet, and
Ted hurried to his side. It was one of the detectives, and Ted helped
him to his feet and supported him to the hall.
"Let me down. I've got mine. Go in and help Dunnigan," said the wounded
man. There was a spot, red and ever widening, on his breast.
Ted laid him on the floor and reentered the room. Another shot came in
his direction, and missed, although he could feel the wind of it as it
passed close to his head, and he returned it with two shots, and there
was silence.
The smoke had by this time cleared away somewhat, and Ted saw five men
lying prone in the room.
One of the detectives lay on his face across the bed, and Ted tried to
raise him up, but he was a dead weight.
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