“Yes” he replied calmly, “I heard he'd taken to road work.”
“He held up the stage” Carey repeated, in the flat tone of finality which the foreman of a jury might have employed when repeating the verbal formula: “We, the jury, find the defendant guilty, as charged.”
“Then you recognized McGraw” ventured the gambler.
“The moment I saw him.”
“That's funny” echoed Harley P. “I gathered from what you told me in San Pasqual that you two'd never met up, an' they tell me that durin' the hold-up McGraw was behind a wall an' wearin' a mask. You're sure some recognizer, Mr. Carey.”
“We had met prior to the hold-up and subsequent to my conversation with you in San Pasqual.”
“Still the bet goes as she lays” repeated Mr. Hennage. “For a near-sighted gent you're sure some recognizer.”
“I recognized his voice.”
Mr. Hennage was silent for a minute. Carey continued.
“If the sheriff gets him, I'll see to it that McGraw doesn't rob another stage for some time to come.”