“I know damn well he did!”
“All right. Tell me what Blair was doin’ the night Torres is supposed to kill him.”
“How in hell do I know!”
“Why would Torres kill him?”
“Well, I—I dunno, but——”
“The fact of the matter is—yo’re guessin’, Kern. I reckon Blair got what was comin’ to him. And as far as Hawk Hole bein’ unhealthy for my breed, I’ve lived and had my bein’ in some damned infested localities. I’ll remember what yuh said, Kern. Barkin’ dogs don’t bite, they say, but they kinda make yuh keep yore head up and yore eyes open.”
Baldy squinted at Hashknife and down at his throbbing wrist.
“Mebbe you know who killed Blair,” he said.
“Which shows that you don’t,” said Hashknife easily.
Baldy considered the answer for several moments, turned and walked out, followed by Jack Baum. Kohler followed them with his eyes, as if afraid to trust his legs to carry him out. Then he got up from his chair and went unsteadily out into the street.