“Did you not finish him up?”
“I never said so.”
Quick looked daggers at his companion.
“What did you do?”
“I did not harm the man.”
“Explain.”
“I merely placed him in the cellar, where any cry he might make for help would not be heard,” replied Bull.
“Then you don’t know whether the old wretch is dead?”
“His life was fast passing away when I left him; he must be dead now.”
“Of course it was Murphy who told you I stabbed him?”