“I prefer to believe Enoch in preference to you,” remarked Burt.
Quick made a motion as if to put his hands behind him.
“Keep your hands in view, or I will shoot,” cried Burt determinedly.
Mike placed his hands on his knees.
“Will that answer?” he asked.
“Yes; keep them there.”
“I shall.”
“Now, my friend, will you please tell me what led you to kill Monte Murphy?”
The dive-keeper’s cheeks became ashen pale.
“I did not kill the man.”