"No. I was in the room upstairs. I heard them through the floor."
"I see. You wouldn't know his voice? You didn't hear his name?
"No."
"I see." Still that calm, thoughtful tone. "They didn't mention where the shot was to come from?"
"No. Just from the crowd."
"So I'm to be shot by an unknown assassin from somewhere in the crowd—a crowd of at least ten thousand, from every part of Black Elk," he said bitterly.
"That's it," she said.
He knew that to discover the assassin in the crowd would be impossible.
There came a painful silence. Hector broke it.
"You won't tell me your man's name? Is it useless to ask?"