"I'm all through, I tell you." He managed a sickly smile. "There's been a warrant out for me for over an hour."
"What have you done?" she demanded in a frightened voice. "What's the warrant for?"
The lights went out for the next number, and he collapsed suddenly over the table.
"What is it?" she insisted, with rising apprehension. She leaned forward—his answer was barely audible.
"Murder?" She could feel her body grow cold as ice.
He nodded. She took hold of both arms and tried to shake him upright, as one shakes a coat into place. His eyes were rolling in his head.
"Is it true? Have they got proof?"
Again he nodded drunkenly.
"Then you've got to get out of the country now! Do you understand, John? You've got to get out now, before they come looking for you here!"
He loosed a wild glance of terror toward the entrance.