But Kars denied him with an oath.
"It couldn't be."
Bill turned his gaze towards the doorway. He was watching the blaze of spring sunlight, and the hovering swarms of flies which haunted the river bank.
"But it could. It is," he said deliberately, and his eyes came back to the weapon in his hand. Then he added with some force:
"There'll need to be a hanging—sure."
"Allan was murdered at his instigation. He'll certainly hang for it," Kars agreed.
"I wasn't thinking that way."
"How then?"
"This." Bill held up the gun.
"That? It's Murray's gun. I——"