When the police arrived, they found a scene unlike any the Water Works had ever known: An FBI agent covered in blood, some of which was spreading at a horrifying rate over the marble steps, with the president of the Pennsylvania Antiquarian Society trying to stop the flow bare-handed—unsuccessfully—and another man huddled a few feet away on the walkway, clutching his leg, also bleeding. I hoped fervently that the bullet had shattered a bone, and that Nicholas would have a long and painful recovery—in prison. His precious knife lay a few feet away, well out of his reach, but just in case, I kept the gun nearby while trying to apply enough pressure to stop James’s bleeding. I had made the decision to try to deal with his arm, because I was afraid that Nicholas had managed to slash an artery there. I wasn’t doing very well. I comforted myself with the thought that if James was bleeding, then he wasn’t dead; the bad news was, he was losing more blood than I had ever seen in my life, and if this kept up he would most certainly be gone shortly.
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