“Can’t you guess what I mean, Mose?”
“By no means.”
“You ought to.”
“Well, I can’t,” cried Flood, with rising resentment. “Speak plainly. What do you mean?”
Nick now drew forward in his chair and replied with lowered voice and more impressively.
“I’ll tell you what I mean, Mose,” said he. “I was on the spot when this trick was turned and I heard all that was said. Gerry has found the weapon with which Kendall was killed. There’s no doubt about it!”
“Well, what of it?” demanded Flood, in perplexity too genuine to be doubted. “Suppose they have found it? What’s that to me?”
“Much!”
“Why so?”
“The weapon, Mose, was a heavy ironwood cane, the same which you carried when you left this house at eight o’clock last evening. The murder was committed one hour later.”