It was really a triple identity.
Nick closed his eyes to think.
The voices of the policemen around him were heard.
One of them was asking the other about the wife of the man who had been the cause of the trouble.
“How long did she live?” he asked.
“Only a minute or so.”
“How about Small? Did we finally get him to the station house?” asked an officer whose head was wound with bandages.
“Oh, he was brought to the station house more dead than alive; he was scared to death, almost. He is a fine man to be a member of a ‘bad man gang’! Why, he actually was crying from fright when they got him in the wagon.”
“Then that is the fellow that we have been looking for for some time, is it?”
“Yes, that is the chap. We have wanted him for his connection with the gang that has been terrorizing Astoria for several months.”