"Mr. Ranson," began Cahill, "I've no feelings against you personally.
I've a friendly feeling for all of you young gentlemen at my mess.
But you're not playing fair with me. I can see what you want, and I
can tell you that you and Captain Carr are not helping your case by
asking me up here to drink and smoke with you, when you know that I'm
the most important witness they've got against you."
Ranson stared at his father-in-law-elect in genuine amazement, and
then laughed lightly.
"Why, dear Mr. Cahill," he cried, "I wouldn't think of bribing you
with such a bad brand of whiskey as this. And I didn't know you were
such an important witness as all that. But, of course, I know
whatever you say in this community goes, and if your testimony is
against me, I'm sorry for it, very sorry. I suppose you will testify
that there was no one in the Exchange who could have heard my plan?"
Cahill nodded.
"And, as it's not likely two men at exactly the same time should have
thought of robbing the stage in exactly the same way, I must have
robbed it myself."
Cahill nursed his bandaged hand with the other. "That's the court's
business," he growled; "I mean to tell the truth.
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