unknown hand. I stood twenty feet from you with folded arms; but
that shot was fired by me,--me, Henry Pritchard,--through my
clothes, from a derringer hidden in my waistcoat! Understand me, I
do not ask your gratitude now. But that pistol is in my right
hand, and now covers you. Make a single motion,--of a muscle,--and
it is your last.

Pritchard (motionless, but excitedly). You dare not fire! No,
dare not! A shot here will bring my pal and Sandy Morton to
confront you. You will have killed me to save exposure, have added
murder to imposture! You have no witness to this attempt!

Capper (opening door of room L., at the same moment that two
policemen appear at door C., and two at room R). You are wrong: he
has five (crossing to SILKY and SOAPY, and laying his hands on
their shoulders); and, if I mistake not, he has two more in these
gentlemen, whom I know, and who will be quite as willing to furnish
the necessary State's evidence of the robbery, as of the fact that
they never knew any other Alexander Morton than the gentleman who
sits in that chair.

Soapy. That's so, Silky.

Silky. That's so, Soapy.

Capper (to policemen). Take them away.

[Exit policemen with PRITCHARD, SOAPY, and SILKY. CAPPER unbinds
OAKHURST.