“I got him!” exulted Johnny. “I got the one we want!”
“Silent Murder,” murmured Drew. “So you have. But not so fast. Not another word at this time.”
Jimmie McGowan went to the hospital in the jail to have Johnny’s arrow removed. Drew called the radio station and had Johnny released from duty that night. Then they all adjourned to the shack.
“We win!” said Johnny exultantly.
“Not so fast,” said Herman McCarthey. “What was this bird doing when you shot him with that arrow?”
“Coming down the alley. Preparing to shoot me.”
“Can you prove that he meant to shoot you?”
“No. But anybody knows—”
“Sure. But not in court. Crooked lawyers, and all that. This poor boy, meaning Jimmie McGowan, was obliged to go out at night. He carried a gun for protection. He met a stranger. The stranger attempted to massacre him with a murderous six foot bow. Can’t you see how they’ll shape it up?”
“Yes, but Rosy will identify him.”