The detectives had searched every prosperous-looking person in the audience, under the very nose and guns of Marshal Crow, and they were sardonically bidding the assemblage a fond good-bye from the flapping doorway in the side wall.

Andrew Gregory addressed the crowd, smiling broadly.
"We found a good many more robbers in the crowd than we could conveniently handle, ladies and gentlemen.

In fact, I never came across such a rare collection of hold-up men outside of Wall Street.

The only perfectly honest man in Tinkletown to-night is Anderson Crow, your esteemed marshal.

Believe me, he is ridiculously honest.