"Did you give it to him?"
"I didn't have it right handy. I stalled."
"That's the trouble with a blackmailer. Give way to him once an' he's got you in his power," Kirby said. "The thing to do is to tell him right off the reel to go to Halifax."
"If a fellow can afford to," Olson put in significantly. "When you've just got through a little private murder of yore own, you ain't exactly free to tell one of the witnesses against you to go very far."
"Tell you I didn't kill Cunningham," Hull retorted sullenly. "Some one else must 'a' come in an' did that after I left."
"Sounds reasonable," Olson murmured with heavy sarcasm.
"Was the hall lit when you came out of my uncle's rooms?" Kirby asked suddenly.
"Yes. I told you Shibo was workin' at one of the windows."
"So Shibo saw you and Mrs. Hull plainly?"
"I ain't denyin' he saw us," Hull replied testily.