An' next I hears Johnny howlin' murder.

Frame-up, Mr.Haggerty.

Nothin' t' do with it, hones' t' Gawd! Th' boss ain't here." Jameson lurched toward the bartender.

"Young lookin'?
Red cheeks?
'Old himself like a sojer ?" "That's 'im," agreed the bartender.
"What were y' robbed of ?" demanded Haggerty.
Jameson looked into a pair of chilling blue eyes.

His own wavered drunkenly.