He didn't have a chance to shoot. Say, this is the
worst thing I've ever heard of. You'll swing for this, you dog!"
Ernie sent up a shriek. "Swing for it! I didn't do it! You can't prove
anything on me. Can they, Dick? What are you holding me for? Let go!
I'm an honest, respectable citizen of New York. I'm--"
"Call a wagon," shouted one of the officers to a newcomer. "Nasty job
here. We've got the murderer all right." Dick straightened up at this.
He turned to look at the condemning pistol in the hand of the man who
had taken it from his pocket. A great shudder shook his frame.
"You got me all right," he said. "You won't believe it, of course, but
he pulled a gun first. I had to shoot. Get me out of this. If you
don't I'll kick his face to a jelly. I've always wanted to." He
glanced at Ernie, a crooked smile on his lips.
"Well, Ernie, I guess it's going to come true. I always said it
would."
CHAPTER IX
IN THE LITTLE TRIANGULAR "SQUARE"
Jenison did not seek the warrant for Grand's arrest. He remained in
the Portman house until the middle of the afternoon, vastly exercised
by the fainting spell that had come over Christine.
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