put one of ‘is dear friend’s bullets in ‘im for my own satisfaction.”
There was a quick step on the stairs-in the corridor.
“I’d like to do it now,” whispered Harris; “no time like the present.”
“Not yet, I tell you!”
And Rattray was in the room, a silver-mounted pistol in each hand; the sight of these was a surprise to his treacherous confederates, as even I could see.
“What the devil are you two doing here?” he thundered.
“We thought he was too quite, said Santos. “You percive the rizzon.”
hear. “You have not committed murder, so you say; let it stand to your credit by all means. You have no blood upon your hands; you say so; that is enough. No! you are comparatively innocent, I admit. All you have done is to make murder easy for others; to get others to do the dirty work, and then shelter