Graham's gaze bored into the eyes of his caller. He waited just a moment to give his question full emphasis. "Mr. Sanders, what were you doing six months ago?"
"I was serving time in the penitentiary," came the immediate quiet retort.
"What for?"
"For manslaughter."
"You didn't tell me this yesterday."
"No. It has no bearing on the value of the proposition I submitted to you, and I thought it might prejudice you against it."
"Have you been in any trouble since you left prison?"
Dave hesitated. The blazer of railroad trails rapped out a sharp, explanatory question. "Any shooting scrapes?"
"A man shot at me in Malapi. I was unarmed."
"That all?"