"I ain't downed Tom Walton," denied Rafe sullenly.
"You had it done," insisted O'Gorman.
"How do you know I did?" dodged Rafe.
"By the way it was gormed up."
"I suppose now if you'd planned it——"
"I wouldn't have planned it in the first place. I told you to keep your paws off, and now look at the damn thing."
"It wasn't my fault," barked back Rafe.
"Can't you say anything different?" the district attorney threw in drearily.
"You don't even seem able to obey orders any more," said Tip O'Gorman.
"I don't have to take orders from you," flared up Rafe.