"Life," said the other sullenly.
"Your crime?"
"Asesinatos."
"How many?"
Baggin's eyes narrowed.
"Three murders, eh?" he said. Then, "You would like to earn a thousand pesetas?" he asked.
The man's eyes lit up.
Baggin turned to the troubled Grayson.
"You, can go on, Grayson," he said. "I shall see you to-night. In the meantime, I wish to have a little talk with our friend here."