Now his small blue eyes slid round in their sockets somewhat fearfully until they rested on Mr.Gilmore, who had just taken up his position at Marshall Langham's elbow.

The gambler frowned and the handy-man instantly shifted his gaze.

But the prosecuting attorney's first questions served to give Joe a measure of ease; this was transitory, however, as he seemed to stand alone in the presence of some imminent personal danger when Moxlow asked: "Where were you on the night of the twenty-seventh of November at six o'clock ?" Joe stole a haunted glance in the direction of Gilmore.

Moxlow repeated his question.
"Boss, I was in White's woodshed," answered Montgomery.
"Tell the jury what you saw," said Moxlow.
"Well, I seen a good deal," evaded the handy-man, shaking his great head.
"Go on!" urged Moxlow impatiently.
"It was this way," said Joe.

"I was lookin' out into the alley through a crack in the small door where they put in the coal; right across the alley is the back of McBride's store and the sheds about his yard--" the handy-man paused and mopped his face with his ragged cap.
At the opposite end of the room Gilmore placed a hand on Langham's arm.
The lawyer had uttered a smothered exclamation and had made a movement as if about to quit his seat.