"You refer to the New York newspaper woman ?" "I do--Miss Stella Donovan." "I have not the pleasure of that lady's acquaintance, but Timmons informed me this morning that she had taken the late train last night for the East--isn't that true, Enright ?" The lawyer managed to nod, but without venturing to remove his gaze from Westcott's face.

The latter never moved, but his eyes seemed to harden.
"I have had quite enough of that, Lacy," he said sternly, and the watchful saloon-keeper noted his fingers close more tightly on the butt of his revolver.

"This is no case for an alibi.

I know exactly what I am talking about, and--I am going to have a direct answer, either from you or Enright.
"This is the situation: I was the man listening at the window of your shack last night.

Moore may, or may not have recognised me, but, nevertheless, I was the man.