“’I believe that both she and Marti have told a perfectly straightforward story and the autopsy is proof of it.

“’There were six bullets in the doctor’s pistol to be accounted for.  One, in an undischarged cartridge, still was in the weapon.  That leaves five.  One struck “Miss Jackson” in the right chest squarely in front, and penetrated the flesh about one inch.  If there had been any power at all behind the missile it would have gone right through, pierced a lung, caused a hemorrhage, and the chances are that “Miss Jackson” would have died.  That leaves four bullets.

“’One more struck Marti in the left upper chest.  It passed through the pocket there, and the skirt, grazed the skin, and then bounced over to the right hand side in front.  It was a most amazing case of a bounding bullet.  I was particularly careful about examining its course because at first I was suspicious of the stories that were told by Marti and “Miss Jackson.”  Now I know they are true.

“’But anyone might have been puzzled by the queer antics of the missiles from the pistol of South American manufacture that the doctor used.  If it had had any penetrating power—­or rather if the bullets that it sent out, had any real kick behind them—­the chances are that both “Miss Jackson” and Marti would be dead now.

“’Two bullets, it will be remembered, entered the doctor’s left chest, quite close together.  Well, one nicked the heart and lodged between the lung and the heart.  It didn’t cause any more damage than a mosquito bite.

“’The second bullet went through the soft flesh of the chest, but it struck a rib and bounded back out again.  That bullet was picked up beside the body.

“’After these vain attempts to send a bullet through his body to a fatal spot, the doctor apparently shifted the weapon to his right temple and pulled the trigger for the fifth time.  Then the fifth bullet, driven likewise by a very weak charge of powder, pierced the skull at a point where it was thin and tore into his brain.  Its lack of power, however, is shown by the fact that I found it this morning in the brain tissue.

“’In all my experience I have never seen anything so queer.  It sounds almost like a dream—­a man trying to kill with a pistol that shoots bullets that either stop after striking soft flesh or bound out of the body into which they are fired.  But it is true; I have had all of the bullets in my hand.

“’They are all accounted for.  They are all of the same sort.  There is no reason to doubt that they are all from the same weapon, an instrument without manufacturer’s name, and of a design that the police say is unfamiliar to them.

“’The dead doctor was a distinct type, and his tragic end was one that should not surprise anyone who has any knowledge of such cases.  The courtroom was thronged with friends of the dead physician-dentist, who not only is reported to be of a wealthy family of Bogota, Colombia, but generally is credited with many charitable works in the uptown Spanish colony here.’”