Eventually silence fell upon all. Slavin cogitated awhile, then he
turned to Brophy. "Who else was in, Billy? Out av town fellers I mean,
fwhin this racket occurred betune these tu? Thry an' think now!"

Brophy pondered long and presently reeled off a few names. Slavin heard
him out and shook his head negatively. "Nothin' doin' there!" he
announced finally, "Mr. Gully was in, yuh say? Did he see anythin' av
this row?"

"Cudn't help it, I guess," replied Brophy. "He just come inta th' office
for his grip while it was a-goin' on. He beat it out quick for th'
East-bound as had just come in. Said he was runnin' down to Calgary. He
ain't back yet. Guess he wudn't want to go gettin' mixed up in anythin'
like that, either--him bein' a J. P."

Slavin looked at Yorke. "Let's have a luk at that gun av Moran's!" he
remarked. "Fwhat is ut?"

Yorke handed the weapon over. "'Smith and Wesson' single-action," he
said. "Just that one round gone."

"Nothin doin' agin'," muttered Slavin disappointedly. He broke the gun
and, ejecting the shells put all in his pocket. He then turned to Moran.
"D----d good job for yu'--havin' this alibi, Mister Windy!" he growled,
"don't seem anythin' on yu' over this killin'--as yet! But yez are goin'
tu get ut fwhere th' bottle got th' cork for this other bizness, me man!"

And he proceeded to formally charge and warn his prisoner.