“How did you get in?”
“I found the door open, and, hearing Monte’s moans, I went to his room.”
“I was a fool to have run away,” thought the murderer.
Then he said aloud: “I’m much obliged to you, Bull, for what you did in placing the old fellow in the cellar.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Now, as it happens, the fellow who did the cutting is an old friend of yours.”
“Who is it?”
“Bull, you can’t expect me to tell you his name.”
“Why not?”
“I swore never to breathe it to any one,” replied Quick.