"I didn't do that. I heard a fight going on and ran in here—"
"He's a liar," the wounded man interrupted, shrilly. "He stabbed me! See?" He tried to strip the shirt from his wounds, then fell to chattering and shaking. "Oh, God! I'm hurt." He staggered to a packing-case and sank upon it weakly fumbling at his sodden shoulder.
"I didn't do that," repeated Boyd. "I don't know who stabbed him. I didn't."
"Then who did?" some one demanded.
"What are you doing in here? You'd a killed him in a minute," said the man with the lantern.
"We'll fix you for this," a third voice threatened.
"Listen," Boyd said, in a tone to make them pause. "There has been a mistake here. I was passing the building when I heard a woman scream, and I rushed in to prevent Marsh from choking her to death."
"A woman!" chorused the group.
"That's what I said."
"Where is she now?"