wonât be any defense,â Deems put in stridently. âNot for a man who kills a womanâs husband after heâs caught them together. Anybody knows thatâs murder.â
Without looking at Deems, Pat said, âYouâd do better to keep your mouth out of this. Go ahead, Maâam. What happened then?â
âI told you Sam was terribly drunk. He toppled over on top of Fred. Passed out. I couldnât move him. I was frantic. I rushed out in the hall and remembered Ezra. I knew heâd help me. Or, help Sam. So I ran and knocked on his door. I got him to come here and he picked Sam up and carried him out. He was groaning about you being sheriff and finding it out,â she went on swiftly, âand I remembered that Iâd heard you were turning your badge over to Jeth Purdue tonight.
âAnd some men say Jeth isnât as honest as he could be. I donât know about that, but I remembered it and I told Ezra I thought maybe we could fix things. You know, by paying Jeth to keep it quiet.â Kitty paused to wring her hands together, then went on in a pleading tone:
âYou see, I felt responsible. It was all my fault. And I knew Sam had struck in self-defense, but I also knew that it would be called murder because of the circumstancesâwith Fred being my husband and all. So I made Ezra promise not to do anything until I could try to fix things up with Jeth Purdue. I thought if I told him the truth,â she faltered uncomfortably, âand if Sam and Ezra offered to pay him, he might help us get rid of Fredâs body, or fix up a different story, or something. I know it was terribly wrong, but what else could I do?â
âAnd then,â Pat said, âyou found out I was still sheriff instead of Jeth?â
âYes.â
âWhere did you come into it?â Pat growled, whirling to look directly at Joe Deems. âYou were mighty dead-set that I shouldnât come up here. You even pulled a gun to try and stop me. Why were you worried?â
Deems compressed his lips and cleared his throat. âI knew something was wrong,â he confessed. âKitty saw you from the back when you first walked into the saloon. She called me and begged me to keep you away from up here. I didnât know why. She didnât tell me it was murder. But she said it would be bad for the hotelâfor business. So I did my best to stop you.â
âWhere are Sam and Ezra now?â Harold Morgan asked suddenly.
Pat turned to look at Kitty. âI guess Samâs still in his room,â she said pitiably. âIâve seen him get drunk like that before, and it generally lasts all night. I donât know about Ezra. I havenât seen either one of them sinceââ she paused to shudderââsince Ezra carried Sam out of here.â
âWeâd better unlock Samâs room and arrest him,â Deems said importantly. âIâll go down and get an extra key.â
âGet one for Ezraâs room, too,â Pat called after him.
âYou wonâtâyouâre not going to arrest Sam, are you?â Kitty arose and came toward the sheriff. Her eyes were dry and they burned into his. âHe didnât mean any harm. He was drunk, and it was all my fault. Every bit of it. If Iâd told him I was married it would never have happened.â
Despite his prejudice against her, Pat felt a surge of sympathy for the woman who stood before him pleading for Samâs life. It seemed to him he sensed an essential honesty and decency inside her which belied the painted face and sensuously bared bosom. He found himself believing, by God, that she had been in love with Sam, strange as it was that any woman could love the dark, ugly little man.
He said slowly, âI donât know just how things will turn out, Maâam. Sam will have to take his chance, I reckon. It never pays to fool with the law. Bribinâ a sheriff