Norah stared at him and her hands clutched at her apron. "Jimmy McKay and his Indian killed?"
"Aye. Henderson brought them in last night."
"And Louie was robbed, you say?"
"He was. They took everything in his safe."
Norah stared out of the open door. She had known McKay for a long time.
"And it's worse and more of it," volunteered the doctor. "Bud Conley's gun was on the floor beside the safe."
Norah turned and looked dumbly at him. "Bud's gun?"
Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Bud's gun?"
"Aye. Henderson identified it, Norah. Ah, I'm sorry."
She bit her lips and shook her head. "You don't need to be sorry for me, daddy. Be sorry for poor Bud Conley."