Just then the newsboy came along crying: "Evening Mail. All about the dreadful murder! John Coots and James Loraine. Last edition. Buy a paper, Sir! Here's your last edition, all 'bout the dreadful murder".
"John Coots," said several voices all at once, "Why he's been here a half dozen times today."
"I've drank with him," said one, "at that bar twice since noon. He had a strange look out of his eyes; and I heard him mutter something to himself."
"Yes," said another, "I heard him say he was going to kill somebody, 'one or the other's got to die,' what does the paper say?"
"LOVE, JEALOUSY, AND MURDER."
"The old story," said Anderson, looking somewhat relieved, "A woman's at the bottom of it."
"And liquor," said Tom Cary, "is at the top of it."
"I wish you would keep a civil tongue in your head," said Anderson, scowling at Cary.
"Oh! never mind; Tom, will have his say. He's got a knack of speaking out in meeting."
"And a very disagreeable knack it is."