"Sure," he said at last in a blustering tone of voice. "I wrote it.
But what of it?"

"And this enclosure?" asked the attorney. He handed Murray the slip
of soiled wrapping paper with the threat lettered upon it. "This was
received with your letter."

Murray hesitated before replying. "Oh," he said, "that ain't nothing.
That was just a little joke."

"You were seen in Feinheimer's with Mr. Bince on March--Do you recall
the object of this meeting?"

"Mr. Bince thought there was going to be a strike at his plant and he
wanted me to fix it up for him," replied Murray.

"You know the defendant, James Torrance?"

"Yes."

"Didn't he knock you down once for insulting a girl?" Murray flushed,
but was compelled to admit the truth of the allegation.

"You haven't got much use for him, have you?" continued the attorney.

"No, I haven't," replied Murray.

"You called the defendant on the telephone a half or three-quarters of
an hour before the police discovered Mr. Compton's body, did you not?"