"Vell, vhat did you do then?" asked Jake.
"Chamberlain sat down on the sofa at the feet of the corpse and put on his shoes. I leaned against the bar and drew on my gaiters. Then we helped ourselves to several drinks of the old woman's whisky, and filled our pockets with her cigars."
"Dot vos right; dot vos vhat I should hav' done. Then you vent off, eh?"
"Not at once. First Chamberlain walked over to the sofa, and took a closer look at the face of the dead woman, and looking up, he said:
"'She's dead, sure, Jim,' and so he took the handkerchief out of her mouth."
"He's a pretty cool hand," observed Barney.
"He's just that, as his next move shows."
"And what was his next move?"
"He took his revolver from his pocket, and coolly cocking it, said:
"Somebody may have heard us, Jim. Take off the bar and draw your gun. We may have to kill somebody else."