B. M. Bower

“ Sitting in the hotel that evening he felt in his vest pocket and after some groping found the inch of brown silk he had promised solemnly to match. Two yards, was it, or three? He had had little experience with women, but it came to him dimly that the oversight, small as it was, may have influenced somewhat her feelings toward him. ”

“ Reid answered. “I felt justified, under the circumstances, in letting a thief run loose, till he walked into the noose himself; but damned if I’ll shield a murderer! It’s all going to come out now, as far as I’m concerned. I haven’t forgotten how I left Frank Burns; and you, McGraw, are partly responsible for that.”
Melville came in then with the others. Reid nodded to them and went out. For McGraw he had no feeling of pity or the reverse. He merely left him in the hands of justice. ”

“ He put out a staying hand.
“If you’re not in a rush,” he said, “I wish you’d come back to the judge’s office with me. I’ve got some business there that I don’t want any flaws in afterward. I’m no lawyer myself.”
The two were nearly to the door of the office when some one fired a shot within. Reid, half-guessing its meaning, flung open the door and entered, the lawyer at his heels; entered in time to see Howard Burkell go down before McGraw’s smoking gun. ”