In order that the assassin might have a favorable opportunity
to effect his object, the assistant, who posed as a devoted
friend of his employer, invited the couple to a Christmas
festival at his own apartment. Here they all spent an
animated and friendly evening together, drinking toasts and
singing Christmas carols, and toward midnight the party broke
up with mutual protestations of regard. If the writer
remembers accurately, the evidence was that the two men
embraced and kissed each other. After a series of farewells
the photographer started home. It was a clear moonlight night
with the streets covered with a glistening fall of snow. The
wife, singing a song, walked arm in arm with her husband until
they came to a corner where a jutting wall cast a deep shadow
across the sidewalk. At this point she stepped a little ahead
of him, and at the same moment the hired assassin slipped up
behind the victim and drove his knife into his back. The wife
shrieked. The husband staggered and fell, and the "bravo"
fled.
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