The Case of the Golden Bullet | Page 2

experience of this great detective. But they give a
fair portrayal of Muller's peculiar method of working, his looking on
himself as merely an humble member of the Department, and the
comedy of his acting under "official orders" when the Department is in
reality following out his directions.

THE CASE OF HE GOLDEN BULLET
by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner

"Please, sir, there is a man outside who asks to see you."
"What does he want?" asked Commissioner Horn, looking up.
"He says he has something to report, sir."
"Send him in, then."
The attendant disappeared, and the commissioner looked up at the
clock. It was just striking eleven, but the fellow official who was to
relieve him at that hour had not yet appeared. And if this should chance
to be a new case, he would probably be obliged to take it himself. The
commissioner was not in a very good humour as he sat back to receive
the young man who entered the room in the wake of the attendant. The
stranger was a sturdy youth, with an unintelligent, good-natured face.
He twisted his soft hat in his hands in evident embarrassment, and his

eyes wandered helplessly about the great bare room.
"Who are you?" demanded the commissioner.
"My name is Dummel, sir, Johann Dummel."
"And your occupation?"
"My occupation? Oh, yes, I - I am a valet, valet to Professor Fellner."
The commissioner sat up and looked interested. He knew Fellner
personally and liked him. "What have you to report to me?" he asked
eagerly.
"I - I don't know whether I ought to have come here, but at home - "
"Well, is anything the matter?" insisted Horn.
"Why, sir, I don't know; but the Professor - he is so still - he doesn't
answer."
Horn sprang from his chair. "Is he ill?" he asked.
"I don't know, sir. His room is locked - he never locked it before."
"And you are certain he is at home?"
"Yes, sir. I saw him during the night - and the key is in the lock on the
inside."
The commissioner had his hat in his hand when the colleague who was
to relieve him appeared. "Good and cold out to-day!" was the latter's
greeting. Horn answered with an ironical: "Then I suppose you'll be
glad if I relieve you of this case. But I assure you I wouldn't do it if it
wasn't Fellner. Good-bye. Oh, and one thing more. Please send a
physician at once to Fellner's house, No. 7 Field Street."
Horn opened the door and passed on into the adjoining room,
accompanied by Johann. The commissioner halted a moment as his

eyes fell upon a little man who sat in the corner reading a newspaper.
"Hello, Muller; you there? Suppose I take you with me? You aren't
doing anything now, are you?"
"No, sir.
"Well, come with me, then. If this should turn out to be anything
serious, we may need you."
The three men entered one of the cabs waiting outside the police station.
As they rattled through the streets, Commissioner Horn continued his
examination of the, valet. "When did you see your master last?"
"About eleven o'clock last evening."
"Did you speak with him then?
"No, I looked through the keyhole."
"Oh, indeed; is that a habit of yours?"
Dummel blushed deeply, but his eyes flashed, and he looked angry.
"No, it is not, sir," he growled. "I only did it this time because I was
anxious about the master. He's been so worked up and nervous the last
few days. Last night I went to the theatre, as I always do Saturday
evenings. When I returned, about half-past ten it was, I knocked at the
door of his bedroom. He didn't answer, and I walked away softly, so as
not to disturb him in case he'd gone to sleep already. The hall was dark,
and as I went through it I saw a ray of light coming from the keyhole of
the Professor's study. That surprised me, because he never worked as
late as that before. I thought it over a moment, then I crept up and
looked through the keyhole."
"And what did you see?"
"He sat at his desk, quite quiet. So I felt easy again, and went off to
bed."

"Why didn't you go into the room?"
"I didn't dare, sir. The Professor never wanted to be disturbed when he
was writing."
"Well, and this morning?"
"I got up at the usual time this morning, set the breakfast table, and then
knocked at the Professor's bedroom door to waken him. He didn't
answer, and I thought he might want to sleep, seeing as it was Sunday,
and he was up late last night. So I waited until ten o'clock.