"Ten Thousand Dollars Reward for information leading to the Conviction of the Murderer of Roy Pallister," is what he read, after which the d. a. d. a. looked at it curiously, and added: "Well? What then?"
"Well," said the spokesman, as the ten men crowded closely about him, "we've got information—see?"
"What information?"
For answer he drew forth a weapon—an ugly-looking weapon: a hammerless revolver, with one chamber empty.
The d. a. d. a. sniffed with some excitement.
"Where did you get it?" he demanded. Surreptitiously he nodded to a uniformed attendant, who as surreptitiously shut the door and locked it.
"Picked it up the day young Pallister was killed," went on the spokesman, "picked it up where the man that used it left it lying—when he ran away."
The assistant glanced at him sharply.
"Why didn't you pass it over right away?" he demanded.
The ten men shrugged their shoulders, but it was their spokesman who explained: