"Well, I've told you who I bought 'em for," snapped Hazel. "Anything else?"
"There is," said the district attorney smoothly. "We're going to search the house."
"You won't take my word that Bill Wingo isn't here?" demanded Hazel.
"In a matter like this we can't," replied the district attorney.
"One moment," murmured Hazel, stepping back.
The next instant she had jerked her Winchester off the hooks and cocked the hammer. "Now," she resumed, holding the weapon level with her belt, "now go ahead and search the house."
The district attorney, with a haste that was ludicrous, slid behind the fat bulk of Sam Larder. Even Felix Craft smiled.
"She's bluffing," declared the district attorney. "I'll go out and get the marshal."
He departed hurriedly, to return almost immediately with Red Herring. The latter, sheepish as to the face and with shambling legs, advanced into the room. The district attorney pointed dramatically at Hazel.
"Arrest her," he directed.