"
"He told you that, did he?"
"Yes."
"That ought to help a lot. If I can prove Collins was shootin' at me I
can plead self-defense."
"That's what it was, of course."
"Yes. But Durand doesn't mean to let it go at that. He was here to
see me this mo'nin'." Clay turned to the mining man, his voice low but
incisive. His brain was working clear and fast. "Mr. Whitford, I have
a hunch he's going to destroy the evidence that's in my favor. There
must be two bullet holes in the partition of the rear room where
Collins was killed. See if you can't find those bullet holes and the
bullets in the wall behind."
"I'll do that, Lindsay."
"And hire me a good lawyer. Send him to me. I won't use a smart one
whose business is to help crooks escape. If he doesn't believe in me,
I don't want him. I'll have him get the names of all those pulled in
the raid and visit them to see if he can't find some one who heard the
shots or saw shooting. Then there's the gun. Some one's got that gun.
It's up to us to learn who."
"That right."
"Tim Muldoon will do anything he can for me. There's a girl lives with
his mother. Her name's Annie Millikan. She has ways of finding out
things. Better talk it over with her too. We've got to get busy in a
hurry."
"Yes," agreed Whitford. "We'll do that, boy."
"Oh, Clay, I'm sure it's going to be all right!" cried Beatrice, in a
glow of enthusiasm. "We'll give all our time. We'll get evidence to
show the truth.
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