Doctor Baker watched as Doctor Adams slid the probe into the wound caused by the knife, "It is deep and ghastly," Baker stated as he watched over his glasses.

"It's deep alright. Right to the back bone," Adams said as he pulled the probe out of the gash and looking at the probe. "It took a lot of force to bury a knife that deep."

Baker looked at the country doctor from Dodge, "You might be onto something," he studied the dead man.

Adams held the probe in his hand and looked at the other doctor, "I don't follow you, Doctor Baker," Adams said as he looked up to the taller man.

"You said it would take considerable force for a knife to penetrate a body that deeply," he looked down at the dead man.

"Yes I did," Adams wondered where his friend was going with his thoughts and then it dawned on him, "Your friend couldn't have possibly had the strength in his right hand to do this..."

Baker smiled broadly, "Exactly."

A twinkled formed in Doc Adams' eyes, "I that's good, but how can we prove it?" he questioned.

Baker then frowned, "That is what we'll have to think of because I don't know. I just can't imagine having Reverend Alden stab a dead man as a test," Baker said slightly deflated.

Adams washed his hands before he pulled on his suit coat, "Not to mention how inappropriate that would be." Adams picked up the articles they found on the body, "Lets take these items over to Matt and the sheriff and tell them what we know. Maybe," Adams stated," we can collectively come up with a solution for this problem."

Baker smiled at the thought before he turned way from the dead man, "I really feel terrible for Reverend Alden. I bet he's taking this very hard."

Adams looked over to his new friend, Doctor Baker, "I just bet you are right about that. Any man with a good conscience will have difficulty with this situation, " Adams walked to the door with the few items they found on the dead man, "but the longer we wait, the harder it's going to be for him." Baker remained looking at the dead man. Then spoke, "Sorry. Yes, you are right," he smiled and followed Doc Adams to the door. "I can't say I have ever seen a murder before..." Adams glanced over his shoulder to his friend and began to wonder just what Walnut Grove was like. He shook his head and stepped out onto the boardwalk.

Both doctors walked along the darkened street and turned the corner - there was a small group of men standing across from the jail house; some with rifles. Adams looked over to Baker, "Looks like things might get a little ugly," he stated.

"How so?" Baker stopped Adams by taking him by the arm.

"You heard what the undertaker said. That Seth fellow had some pretty good friends and I will wager that those men over there are a few of them," Doc pointed.

Baker huffed, "How are we going to get in there without harm?" he motioned to the jail-house.

Doc Adams studied the group, "We have to act quickly," he said in a hushed voice. "I'm sure that Matt and the sheriff know they are there outside the jail by now," Doc said as he looked around.

"Lets do this," Baker said, "before I loose my nerve," he gently nudged doctor Adams forward.

Carefully both doctors kept to the shadows as much as possible so not to be noticed. Both men thought that the men across the street could hear their hearts pounding in their chests. Baker swallowed hard as his hand landed on the latch to the jail and pushed the door open and both doctors entered quickly, closing the door behind themselves.

Sheriff Smith and Matt were startled at the sudden movement, "Doc?" Matt asked of Doc Adams.

"Matt. Sheriff. There appears to be an unwelcoming crowd forming across the street.

Smith cursed under his breath. "It'll be Seth's friends," he growled.

Doc Adams looked over to Matt who was now at the window looking out.

Doc Baker walked over to the sheriff, "How's he doing?" he referred to his friend Reverend Alden.

Sheriff Smith sighed, "He's been pretty quiet lately," he thumbed toward reverend Alden who was sitting quietly in a chair near the back of the jail-house.

Baker smiled weakly and thanked the sheriff for all he was doing. Doc Baker slowly walked toward his friend and sat down on the nearby chair, "Reverend?" Alden sat with his left arm over the back of the chair and his jaw in his left hand. He was clearly deep in thought.

Alden didn't respond at first. "Robert?" Baker quietly called again. This time Alden's eyes moved slowly to the doctors. "How are you holding up?" Baker tried to smiled in light of the situation.

Reverend Alden didn't know what to say except, "I'm fine." his voice was calculated and somewhat cold. Alden's eyes went back to where he was looking before.

Doc Baker sighed, "Doctor Adams and I have some interesting news," Baker tried to pull Alden out of his funk. "We need your help now," he insisted.

"My help?" Alden looked at the doctor and almost laughed, "It appears to me that I'm in no position to help even myself at the moment, Doctor Baker," he said with a lump in his throat and his eyes misting.

"That's where you are wrong, my friend," Baker stated firmly.

Alden slowly turned to his friend and tried hard to crawl out of his downward spiral into self pity. His face read of doubtfulness and shame. "What is it?" Alden's voice was gruff.

Baker smiled and patted Alden on the knee in reassurance, "Both Doctor Adams and I know that whoever stabbed that man, had to have more strength in his hand then you!"

"Oh?" Alden was now interested.

By now Matt, Sheriff Smith and Doc Adams where standing near by.

Doc Adams stepped forward, "The person that committed the murder was also a few inches taller than you, as well. We could calculate that from the position of the knife," he smiled.

Alden's eyes lit up, "This is wonderful news, in a way," he then thought about the dead man, "but how can you prove this?"

Both doctors looked at each other, and Adams spoke, "That is going to be the hard part."