“Don’t I know it,” trembled Dick.
“That settles it,” the factor’s breath caught and he plunked down in a chair. “Tomorrow I’m going to send word to the police.”
“No, I wish you wouldn’t.”
Mr. Scott started in surprise.
“Wish I wouldn’t! Why not? When murder is attempted I think it’s about time something was done about it. When the police come, they’ll find out who fired that bullet.”
“I already know who fired the bullet.”
“Who?” the factor’s voice snapped.
“Pierre Mekewai.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. I saw him.”