“Did they see me do it?”
“They did.”
“Most amazing, Morgan! Are you aware of the fact that Sukes was shot in the dark? Are you aware that every light in the place had first been extinguished by other shots? Will you explain to me how any one could have seen me shoot him under such circumstances?”
“One of the men was standing within two feet of you. He saw the flash of your weapon, as did the other man, who was a little farther away.”
Frank smiled derisively.
“Wonderful evidence!” he said. “I doubt a great deal if a jury anywhere in this country would convict a man on such proof. At the time, as I think you will acknowledge, there was another man who did some shooting. I deny that I fired the shot. But even had I done so, who could say that it was not I who shot out the lights and the other man who killed Milton Sukes?”
“Did you know that you left a pistol with your name upon it in a hotel where you stopped in Snowflake?”
“I did nothing of the sort.”
“You did, Merriwell! The bullet that killed Sukes is in my possession. It is a bullet such as would have been fired from that pistol. The pistol is in my possession, Merriwell! I have the evidence against you, and you can’t escape!”
“Although you are lying in every particular, Morgan, I am curious to know what your game may be. What is behind this singular procedure of yours?”