I sat up straight. Sonia said:
“I told Mr. Crozier my idea— and he got right in touch with New York. The name of Babe Harron’s father, and the fact that the Babe was murdered— it helped. They have sent us up a projection machine and a screen— and two men to operate it. They’ve sent the film that was shot.”
I said: “You’ve seen it?”
She shook her head. “It takes a little while to set up the apparatus— it’s sound, you see.”
Crozier looked at me with his eyes slightly shut. He nodded.
“What we want you to do is to see that Mick O’Rourke hasn’t any gun with him when he comes into the saloon, just after dark.”
I whistled softly. “You still think Mick did—”
Crozier sighed heavily. “I’ve given up thinking,” he stated. “It all comes down to this— we’ve eliminated certain people. People we’r
