"Where d'you get that pistol?" Stephens knew he didn't own one.
"I bought it."
"Where?"
"In San Remo."
"Who sold it to you?"
"The storekeeper."
"Mr. Backus?"
"Yes, sir."
A light began to dawn upon Stephens. Backus undoubtedly had a grudge against him.
"Did he put you up to this?" he asked.