lone one on the jury. What say?' The hombre say, 'Marshal, give me two weeks, an' if I don't bring in the
feller that done it, you hang me.' The marshal says, 'Fair enough. The temporary verdict is deceased died
by shock.' It was shock all right. Bullet shock. All right, before the two weeks was up, along comes this
feller with the murderer hog-tied to his saddle."
"I get your point, McCann. But this isn't Arizona."
"I know it ain't. But couldn't you certify it was heart disease? Temporarily? An' give me a week? Then if I
don't come through, shoot the works. I won't run away. It's this way, Doc. If you tell the bulls, you might
just as well pick up one of them guns an' shoot me an' Paul dead right now. If we tell the bulls about the
doll, they'll laugh themselves sick an' fry us at Sing Sing. If we don't, we fry anyway. If by a miracle the
bulls drop us-there's them in the boss's crowd that'll soon remedy that. I'm telling you, Doc, you'll be