"Of course he knows that you put the girl out of the world—"
"That's a lie."
"What?"
The detective was on his feet in an instant.
"I say that's a lie! I didn't tech a hair o' Victory Vane's head, but I know who did."
"Well?"
"I aint a-goin' to tell you, Sile Keene!"
The tramp came to his feet and bent threateningly across the table.
"Ha! you know me?"
The detective whipped out his revolver.