“If you sure want a drink before we start, go ahead,” said Lefty.

“The bottle and a glass is over there in that little dugout on the wall,” pointed Malone.

In the little open hutch on the wall the sheriff perceived a tall bottle which shimmered pleasantly in the torch-light.

“Go ahead,” said the sheriff, “I reckon you know I’m watchin’ all the time.”

“Surely,” said Malone pleasantly. “I know you’re on your job all the time.”

He walked over to the hutch and picked up the bottle and the glass. He paused with the bottle tucked away under his arm.

“Queer thing,” pondered Malone, “the same pack that held this bottle of whisky held this also.”

Lefty tightened his grip on the gun…