“Which of you did this?” he demanded.
Blood slowly trickled from a wound in Ravant’s head.
Gast had a drunken inspiration.
“That gun!” he whispered.
The officer caught upon this.
“Where was it fired from?”
This none of them in the least knew.
The officer took McGill and Gast to the station-house, where they were ignominiously searched. Ravant went to the hospital in a cab.
Presently, in a lucid interval, Ravant signed an affidavit setting forth that it was neither McGill nor Gast who had fired the shot. Upon this his two companions were released “under surveillance.”
And this was so odious to Gast that he swore to find out who it was had fired the shot.