"Bull," he said rather faintly, looking at the towering bulk of his opponent, "I dunno.

Maybe I'm going nutty.

But I figure that you come down here to kill me for the sake of getting your uncle to pat you on the back once or twice.

And you find you can't get at me because I'm in jail, so you work out a murder mystery to get me out, and then you tackle me.

You say you ain't very bright.