Quick spoke in the manner of one in a dream.
“I found Murphy alive, and——”
“You finished him!” exclaimed the murderer, with a glad cry.
“He must be dead now.”
Quick’s joy showed itself upon his face. He reached his hand across the table.
“Shake!”
Bull grasped the extended hand.
“Mike,” said Blair, “your secret is safe with me.”
“It is you who murdered him.”
“I?”