Broussard's anger had served me well, and it never occurred to me to doubt this story, told under the inspiration of liquor.

It dovetailed in with all I previously knew.
The facts were clear.

Philip Henley was dead, killed while intoxicated, either accidentally, or for purposes of robbery.

And he had been robbed when picked up by the police, nothing to identify him being found.

Beyond doubt this half-breed brother had dispatched a man North to look him up--possibly to assassinate him if necessary.