“Good for her. Smart girl; nice girl, too. Obeys orders. Feel sorry for her. Conley says Moran shot him. Lucky thing I’m pulling Conley out of it. Hate to see the kid strung up.”
The old doctor talked jerkily.
“Conley didn’t say he saw Moran, did he?”
“Didn’t say; suppose he did. Kind of hot today.”
“Little warm,” agreed Hashknife. “You’re the coroner, ain’t you, Doc?”
“Yes, who’s dead this time?”
Hashknife laughed and shook his head.
“Nothin’ like that, Doc. You handled this Mallette, didn’t you?”
“Naturally, bein’ a murder case.”
“Didn’t find any bullet?”