Outside, the crowd upon the platform was growing larger.

White faces were being pressed against the windows at the lower end of the saloon.
"There is no question about the man having been murdered," the doctor said, and even his voice shook a little.

"His own hand could never have driven that knife home.

I can tell you, even, how it was done.

The man who stabbed him was in the compartment behind there, leaned over, and drove this thing down, just missing the shoulder.