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Van Bibber, from his perch on the top of the wall, looked down directly on the other's head and shoulders.

The street was quite deserted; not even a cat or a policeman moved on it and Van Bibber's footsteps sounded brisk on the sidewalk.

Van Bibber shifted the pistol from one hand to the other and eyed his prisoner doubtfully.

"I didn't say whether I believed it or not," answered Van Bibber, with grave consideration.