You were concerned only with taking your confederates' money, and posing as the clever brain of the outfit.

But I imagine, and not another word shall I say, that they overreached you a bit when they knifed Mr.Hunter." Lamotte, to describe him by the name under which he figured in the annals of the crime, stretched out his hands in a gesture of emphatic protest.
"No matter what becomes of me," he said eagerly, "I ask you to believe that I did not even know they had killed Mr.Hunter until I saw the blood on the panel when I took them to Market Street." "So.

You have been slow to adopt the lead I offered you.

But why, in God's name, did they stab the man?
That could hardly have been their deliberate plan." "It was a sort of accident.

So they said.