"That"s pretty close to the Union Station, isn"t it?"
"Not so close."
"About how far away?"
Again the momentary hesitation.
""Bout a half-block."
"And you were shooting pool there?"
"Sure I was! I c"n prove it."
Carroll grinned disengagingly.
"You don"t need to prove anything to me, Barker. And for goodness" sake get the idea out of your head that I"m suspecting you of anything. I had to talk matters over with you. You knew more about the dead man than any one else; but I couldn"t think you had anything to do with it, could I?
You"re not a woman!"
Barker grinned sheepishly.
"That"s all right, Mr. Carroll. And as for me bein" a woman--well, you"re sure a woman killed him, ain"t you?"
"As sure as any one can be. And now"--Carroll rose--"I"m tremendously obliged for all the information you"ve given me. Any time you run across anything more that you think might prove of interest, look me up, will you?"
"Sure! Sure!" Barker"s tone was almost hearty. "You"re a regular feller, Mr. Carroll--a regular feller!"
The two detectives departed. Carroll spoke to Cartwright as he pa.s.sed:
"Keep both eyes on that fellow Barker," he ordered curtly. "I"ll send Reed up to team with you. Don"t let him get away. Nab him if he tries it."
Cartwright nodded briefly, and Carroll and Leverage climbed into the former"s car. As they rounded the corner, Leverage turned wide eyes upon his professional a.s.sociate.
"Carroll?"
"Yes?"
"You beat the Dutch!"
"How so?"
"You didn"t swallow that bird"s yarn, did you?"
"Of course not," answered Carroll calmly.
"I didn"t think so; but you had me worried, with that innocent look of yours. Me, if I was wantin" to play safe on this case, I"d arrest William Barker _p.r.o.nto_."
"Why?"
"Because," snapped Leverage positively, "I think he was mixed up in Warren"s murder!"
"Aa-ah!" Carroll refused to become excited. "You do?"
"Yes, I do. What do you think?"
"I think this," answered Carroll. "I think that Mr. William Barker knows a great deal more about the case than he has told!"
CHAPTER IX
ICE CREAM SODA
They drove in silence to headquarters, each man busy with his thoughts.
It was not until they were alone in Leverage"s sanctum that the subject of the recent interview was again broached. It was Leverage who brought it up, in his characteristically gruff way.
"I reckon you"re wonderin", Carroll, about what I said back yonder in the car?"
"About arresting Barker?"
"Yes. I guess you"re figuring what I"d arrest him for, eh?"
"I"m interested--yes."
"I"d arrest him for this." Leverage leaned forward earnestly, his att.i.tude that of a man eager to convince. "Let"s admit right off the reel that the skirt in the taxicab croaked Warren. Looks like she did, anyway; but whether she did or not, it"s an even bet that there was a man mixed up in it somewhere. And if that man isn"t Mr. William Barker, then I"ll eat a month"s pay."
"You"re sure there was a man mixed up somewhere?"
"Certainly. This murder deal was planned in advance. It must have been.
Things couldn"t just work out that way. And no woman, no matter how much she wanted to b.u.mp Warren off, could think of a thing that complicated.
Even if she did think of it, she wouldn"t have the nerve to carry it out that way. Ain"t I right?"
"You may not be right, Leverage; but you"re certainly logical."
"Good! Now, so far, we ain"t got any man in this case except Barker."
Carroll shook his head.
"You"re wrong there."
"How?"
"Somewhere in this town is some man who is interested in the woman with whom Warren was planning to elope. Don"t forget this, Leverage--I let Barker ramble on. I like to hear "em talk. The minute he jumped at the idea that the woman in the taxi was Miss Gresham, I knew perfectly well that he knew she was not. I also believe that he knows who the woman was. Further, I believe that she is socially prominent. That being the case, it is a safe guess that there is some man who might commit a murder, provided he knew in advance of the elopement. Our task now is to discover that woman and, through her, the man interested."
Leverage frowned thoughtfully.
"Listens good," he volunteered at length. "Another thing--Barker admits he was shooting pool in Kelly"s place last night around midnight; and Kelly"s place is only half a block from the Union Station. That sounds significant!"