Don't you remember the snow on
the ground and the light inside the window?"
Carter seemed struggling to remember, but his usually sensitive face
was vacant and perplexed.
Sandy moved nearer. "You waited there by the window," he went on with
subdued excitement, for the hope was high in his heart that Carter
was innocent. "You waited ever so long, until a pistol was fired--"
"Yes," broke in Carter, his lips apart; "a pistol-shot close to my
head! It woke me up. I ran before they could shoot me again. Where was
it--Gus Heyser's? What am I doing here?"
For answer Sandy pulled Carter's revolver from his pocket. "Did you
have that this afternoon?"
"Yes," said Carter, a troubled look coming into his eyes. "Where did
you get it, Kilday?"
"It was found outside Judge Hollis's window after he had been shot."
"Judge Hollis shot! Who did it?"
Sandy again looked at the pistol.
"My God, man!" cried Carter; "you don't mean that I--" He cowered back
against the tree and shook from head to foot. "Kilday!" he cried
presently, seizing Sandy by the wrist with his long, delicate hands,
"does any one else know?"
Sandy shook his head.
"Then I must get away; you must help me. I didn't know what I was
doing. I don't know now what I have done.
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