The secret service men noted that about his right hand was wrapped a handkerchief, and, as he carried the hand uplifted, as though supported by a sling under his coat, the officers believed his hand was injured, and especially as he extended his left hand across the right, so as to shake hands with the President.
     The organist had now reached the climax to the wild strains of the sonata. A more inspiring scene could hardly be imagined.
     Innocently facing the assassin, the President smiled as he only knows how—that smile of dignity, benevolence and compassion, as he extended his right hand to meet the left of the supposedly wounded fiend. As the youth extended his left hand, he, quick as a flash, as though trained by long practice, whipped out his right hand, the one which held the revolver, and before any one [sic] knew what was transpiring two shots rang out, one following the other after the briefest portion of a second.