“He’s not so sure about that.”
“I am, though. Rest assured she’ll aid and abet her beloved Halfaman to the last atom of her energy and devotion.”
“Do you know that?”
“Positively. She was helping me all she could to keep from the sheriff’s hands the evidence against you two.”
“The cover off the book of cigarette papers, I suppose.”
“Yes.”
“You haven’t told me about that.”
Manzanita did tell him, then, to the last detail.
“And now we must go back,” was his decision in the matter.
“You’re thinking of Blacky Silk, of course,” she said.