"Hol' still?" bellowed Louie. "Ba garr, I'm can't hol' her still! Here—you tak'!"
He shoved the gun into Henderson's hands and whirled on Grandon.
"I'm be robbed! Somebody she's br'ak into my safe and tak' h'all de money las' night!"
Louie was shaking with nervousness and wrath and almost pulled Grandon's desk from its moorings.
"What about the gun, Beaudet?" asked Grandon.
"De gonn? Ba gar, I'm find her on de floor my safe!"
Henderson placed the gun on the desk in front of Grandon, who picked it up and looked it over carefully.
"Do you recognize the gun, Henderson?" he asked.
Henderson nodded slowly. "Yes, sir, I have seen it before; it belongs to Bud Conley."
