_Murder_! Aye, and how could he prove it otherwise?
How could he hope to clear himself from the foul charge?
Even as he yet swayed unsteadily upon his feet, a hand pressed across his eyes as if shielding them from that horrible vision, a voice, deep and strident, rang out: "Mike an' me have got the two cusses covered Mr.Winston.

If they move, or you give us the highball, we 'll plug 'em dead centre!".