But how was his crime to be brought home to him?
Burt only had Murphy’s word for the dive-keeper’s guilt, and now Murphy was dead. He straightened the corpse upon the bed, and placed a handkerchief over the features of the dead. Then he went down-stairs.
Cook stood guard over Tony.
“How is the old fellow coming on?” asked Enoch.
“He is dead.”
Riley’s hair almost stood on end from fright.
CHAPTER XIX.
BURT’S NEW ALLY.
“Why did you remain behind Bull Blair?”
Burt addressed his prisoner.
“I wanted to pack up some of my things that are here. I happened to stretch myself on a lounge up-stairs, and fell asleep, or I would have left here hours ago.”