"Yes, it's up to me," he said with a sort of desperate regret.
Presently he looked up. A light of apprehension had grown in his dark eyes.
"You said you'd tell them?" he demanded eagerly. "Say, I couldn't do it. I haven't the grit."
"I'm going to tell them."
There was no relaxing of manner in Kars.
A deep relief replaced Murray's genuine dread. And presently his fleshy chin sank upon his broad bosom in an attitude of profound dejection. His eyes were hidden. His emotion seemed too deep for further words. Bill, watching, beheld every sign. Nothing escaped him.
For some moments the silence remained. Then, at last, it was Murray who broke it. He raised his eyes to the cold regard of the man he had so cordially come to hate.
"Shaunbaum isn't going to get away with it?" he questioned. "The p'lice? They've got a cinch on him?"
"Shaunbaum won't get away with it."
"They've—arrested him?"