“Where were you last night?”
“That is my affair.”
“I choose to make it mine.”
“I wasn’t here. When I came back this morning, I found Murphy’s room as you found it. Some one must have been cut, that’s certain, but I don’t know who the party is.”
“How do Bull Blair and Monte stand?” inquired Burt.
“They are friends.”
Burt looked at his prisoner long and earnestly. He believed the blood that had been shed was that of the “fence.” What had the murderer or murderers done with the body?
Burt believed, if not an actual actor, Riley was an accessory to the crime.
“Tony,” said the detective, “you had better make a clean breast of the whole business.”
“I don’t know anything about the affair,” the prisoner said.