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"
Boston
,
1910
.
.
.
"
The
colonel
frowned
.
"
Why
,
Ching
Ling
Soo
,
of
course
!
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
Colonel
.
"
"
Let
me
see
,
now
.
.
.
"
The
colonel
’
s
voice
murmured
,
it
drifted
away
on
serene
lake
waters
.
"
Let
me
see
.
.
.
"
The
boys
waited
.
Colonel
Freeleigh
closed
his
eyes
.
"
October
first
,
1910
,
a
calm
cool
fine
autumn
night
,
the
Boston
Variety
Theatre
,
yes
,
there
it
is
.
Full
house
,
all
waiting
.
Orchestra
,
fanfare
,
curtain
!
Ching
Ling
Soo
,
the
great
Oriental
Magician
!
There
he
is
,
on
stage
!
And
there
I
am
,
front
row
center
!
‘
The
Bullet
Trick
!
’
he
cries
.
‘
Volunteers
!
’
The
man
next
to
me
goes
up
.
‘
Examine
the
rifle
!
’
says
Ching
.
‘
Mark
the
bullet
!
’
says
he
.
‘
Now
fire
this
marked
bullet
from
this
rifle
,
using
my
face
for
a
target
,
and
,
’
says
Ching
,
‘
at
the
far
end
of
the
stage
I
will
catch
the
bullet
in
my
teeth
!
’
"
Colonel
Freeleigh
took
a
deep
breath
and
paused
.
Douglas
was
staring
at
him
,
half
puzzled
,
half
in
awe
.
John
Huff
and
Charlie
were
completely
lost
.
Now
the
old
man
went
on
,
his
head
and
body
frozen
,
only
his
lips
moving
.
"
‘
Ready
,
aim
,
fire
!
’
cries
Ching
Ling
Soo
.
Bang
!
The
rifle
cracks
.
Bang
!
Ching
Ling
Soo
shrieks
,
he
staggers
,
he
falls
,
his
face
all
red
.
Pandemonium
.
Audience
on
its
feet
.
Something
wrong
with
the
rifle
.
‘
Dead
,
’
someone
says
.
And
they
’
re
right
.
Dead
.
Horrible
,
horrible
.
.
.
I
’
ll
always
remember
.
.
.
his
face
a
mask
of
red
,
the
curtain
coming
down
fast
and
the
women
weeping
.
.
.
1910
.
.
.
Boston
.
.
.
Variety
Theatre
.
.
.
poor
man
.
.
.
Colonel
Freeleigh
slowly
opened
his
eyes
.
