“Be quiet, you fool!” he whispered.  “You’ll be the undoing of us yet!”

There was a mutter of conversation from the next room.  It seemed interminable.  Then the door opened, and McMurdo appeared, his finger upon his lip.

He came to the end of the table and looked round at them.  A subtle change had come over him.  His manner was as of one who has great work to do.  His face had set into granite firmness.  His eyes shone with a fierce excitement behind his spectacles.  He had become a visible leader of men.  They stared at him with eager interest; but he said nothing.  Still with the same singular gaze he looked from man to man.

“Well!” cried Boss McGinty at last.  “Is he here?  Is Birdy Edwards here?”

“Yes,” McMurdo answered slowly.  “Birdy Edwards is here.  I am Birdy Edwards!”

There were ten seconds after that brief speech during which the room might have been empty, so profound was the silence.  The hissing of a kettle upon the stove rose sharp and strident to the ear.  Seven white faces, all turned upward to this man who dominated them, were set motionless with utter terror.  Then, with a sudden shivering of glass, a bristle of glistening rifle barrels broke through each window, while the curtains were torn from their hangings.

At the sight Boss McGinty gave the roar of a wounded bear and plunged for the half-opened door.  A levelled revolver met him there with the stern blue eyes of Captain Marvin of the Mine Police gleaming behind the sights.  The Boss recoiled and fell back into his chair.

“You’re safer there, Councillor,” said the man whom they had known as McMurdo.  “And you, Baldwin, if you don’t take your hand off your pistol, you’ll cheat the hangman yet.  Pull it out, or by the Lord that made me—­There, that will do.  There are forty armed men round this house, and you can figure it out for yourself what chance you have.  Take their pistols, Marvin!”

There was no possible resistance under the menace of those rifles.  The men were disarmed.  Sulky, sheepish, and amazed, they still sat round the table.

“I’d like to say a word to you before we separate,” said the man who had trapped them.  “I guess we may not meet again until you see me on the stand in the courthouse.  I’ll give you something to think over between now and then.  You know me now for what I am.  At last I can put my cards on the table.  I am Birdy Edwards of Pinkerton’s.  I was chosen to break up your gang.  I had a hard and dangerous game to play.  Not a soul, not one soul, not my nearest and dearest, knew that I was playing it.  Only Captain Marvin here and my employers knew that.  But it’s over to-night, thank God, and I am the winner!”

The seven pale, rigid faces looked up at him.  There was unappeasable hatred in their eyes.  He read the relentless threat.