“We both knew it, Grant,” said Brick slowly. “Somebody shot Baldy through the heart before he went off the grade; and we thought it might be easier to find out who done it, if it wasn’t generally known that such a thing was done.”
Grant squinted thoughtfully, half-nodding in agreement.
“He never knew what hit him,” said the doctor softly. “It was a center shot.”
“A forty-five,” added Brick quickly.
Santel’s right hand dropped to his holster, but jerked away.
“You shoot a forty-five?” asked Brick.
Santel’s eyes slowly turned to Brick, a narrow-eyed stare and a slow nod.
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “I shoot a forty-five.”
“A lot of us do, Santel,” said Brick slowly.
“Do yuh think it was a hold-up?” queried Grant.