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66 WILLIAM HOPSON “Why, hello, Pap. You’re back early. What happened? Break- dewn?” she asked. He nodded his bearded head. “Yes, Hon,.a breakdown of the whole business. I warned you, but this is no time to say [-told- you-so. Lily, the stage was held up a few miles north of here and the shotgun guard killed. Tex Burnett happened by and killed one of the three masked men who did it. It was Newt.” He saw the slight paling of her delicately chiseled face and knew what an impact his words had made. He sat dewn and reached over for the decanter of Chablis. “I need this one, Hon,” he said gently. “Newt, you say?” she exclaimed. “Then the others were his men. Did you recognize Bud?” “Yes,” he nodded. “It was him all right. No doubt about it. The third one stayed back in the brush pretty far, but I saw his head and shoulders.” “One of the others, no doubt.” He didn’t answer but sat looking at the glass. Finally he said in a low voice. “Have you got a pair of scissors and razor handy?” She stared at him in surprise. “You're shaving off the beard? Why?” | “Getting tired of it, I guess,” Jed Haraway answered. She went over and placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “What is it, Pap? What are you holding back? Let’s have itr I've a right to know.” He drained the rest of the goblet’s contents and rose. “It's Lance, Hon,” he answered, looking her full in the eyes. “He was the third man in the holdup and murder this morning.” “Oh, no!” she cried out, and it came to him then that it was the first time since hed found her once more that he'd heard such a note of fear, even hysteria in her voice. “I saw Lance in plain sight. Even with the mask on I recog- nized him. At first I tried to tell Tex I didn’t know, but I’m certain he had his suspicions about that gun of his which was stolen from my cabin and used in the murder of Doolin.” “You mean Lance?” she choked out. “Yes, Hon, I mean Lance. Yesterday while I was washing up I saw Lance sitting on the bunk beside where Tex had placed his saddle belongings. There was a carpet bag with his second comicbooks.com