"This is your own revolver pointed at you, Mr. Talpers," she said, "but this watch on the table, by which you will leave this house in three minutes, is not yours. It belonged once to Edward B. Sargent, and you are the man who took it."
Talpers tried to answer, but could not at once.
"You not only took this watch," said the girl slowly, "but you took money from that murdered man."
"It's all a lie," growled Bill at last.
"Wait till you hear the details. You took twenty-eight hundred dollars in large bills, and three hundred dollars in smaller bills."
Talpers looked at the girl in mingled terror and amazement. Guilt was in his face, and his fears made him forget his aching head.
"You kept this money and did not let your half-breed partner in crime know you had found it," went on the girl. "Also you kept the watch, and, as it had no mark of identification, you concluded you could safely wear it."
Talpers struggled dizzily to his feet.
"It's all lies," he repeated. "I didn't kill that man."
"You might find it hard to convince a jury that you did not, with such evidence against you."