We"ve been forgettin" the two thousand dollars my uncle drew from the bank the day he was killed. If Horikawa an" some one else are guilty of the murder an" the theft, they might have quarreled later over the money. Perhaps the accomplice saw a chance to get away with the whole of it by gettin" rid of Horikawa."
"Mebbeso. By what you tell me yore uncle was a big, two-fisted sc.r.a.pper. It was a two-man job to handle him. This li"l" j.a.p never in the world did it alone. What it gets back to is that he was prob"ly in on it an" later for some reason his pardner gunned him."
"Well, we"d better telephone for the police an" let them do some of the worryin"."
Kirby stepped into the living-room, followed by his friend. He was about to reach for the receiver when an exclamation stopped him.
Sanborn was standing before a small writing-desk, of which he had just let down the top. He had lifted idly a piece of blotting-paper and was gazing down at a sheet of paper with writing on it.
"Looky here, Kirby," he called.
In three strides Lane was beside him. His eyes, too, fastened on the sheet and found there the pot-hooks we have learned to a.s.sociate with Chinese and j.a.panese chirography.
"Shows he"d been makin" himself at home," the champion rough rider said.
Lane picked up the paper. There were two or three sheets of the writing. "Might be a letter to his folks--or it might be--" His sentence flickered out. He was thinking. "I reckon I"ll take this along with me an" have it translated, Cole."
He put the sheets in his pocket after he had folded them. "You never can tell. I might as well know what this Horikawa was thinkin" about first off as the police. There"s just an off chance he might "a" seen Rose that night an" tells about it here."
A moment later he was telephoning to the City Hall for the police.
There was the sound of a key in the outer door. It opened, and the janitor of the Paradox stood in the doorway.
"What you do here?" asked the little j.a.panese quickly.
"We came in through the window," explained Kirby. "Thought mebbe the man that killed my uncle slipped in here."
"I hear you talk. I come in. You no business here."
"True enough, Shibo. But we"re not burglars an" we"re here. Lucky we are too. We"ve found somethin"."
"Mr. Jennings he in Chicago. He no like you here."
"I want to show you somethin", Shibo. Come."
Kirby led the way into the bedroom. Shibo looked at his countryman without a muscle of his impa.s.sive face twitching.
"Some one killum plenty dead," he said evenly.
"Quite plenty," Kirby agreed, watching his imperturbable Oriental face.
The cattleman admitted to himself that what he did not know about j.a.panese habits of mind would fill a great many books.
CHAPTER XXI
JAMES LOSES HIS TEMPER
Cole grinned whimsically at his friend.
"Do we light out now or wait for the cops?" he asked.
"We wait. They"d probably find out, anyhow, that we"d been here."
Five minutes later a patrol wagon clanged up to the Paradox. A sergeant of police and two plainclothes men took the elevator. The sergeant, heading the party, stopped in the doorway of the apartment and let a hard, hostile eye travel up and down Lane"s six feet.
"Oh, it"s you," he said suspiciously.
Kirby smiled. "That"s right, officer. We"ve met before, haven"t we?"
They had. The sergeant was the man who had arrested him at the coroner"s inquest. It had annoyed him that the authorities had later released the prisoner on bond.
"Have you touched the body or moved anything since you came?" the sergeant demanded.
"No, sir, to both questions, except the telephone when I used it to reach headquarters."
The officer made no answer. He and the detectives went into the bedroom, examined the dead valet"s position and clothes, made a tour of the rooms, and came back to Lane.
"Who"s your friend?" asked the sergeant superciliously.
"His name is Cole Sanborn."
"The champion bronco buster?"
"Yes."
The sergeant looked at Sanborn with increased respect. His eyes went back to Kirby sullenly.
"What you doing here?"
"We were in my uncle"s apartment lookin" things over. We stepped out on the fire escape an" happened to notice this window here was open a little. It just came over me that mebbe we might discover some evidence here. So I got in by the window, saw the body of the j.a.p, an"
called my friend."
"Some one hire you to hunt up evidence?" the officer wanted to know with heavy sarcasm.
"I hired myself. My good name is involved. I"m goin" to see the murderer is brought to justice."
"You are, eh?"
"Yes."
"Well, I"ll say you could find him if anybody could."
"You"re ent.i.tled to your opinion, sergeant, just as I am to mine, but before we"re through with this case you"ll have to admit you"ve been wrong."
Lane turned to his friend. "We"ll go now, Cole, if you"re ready."
The sergeant glared at this cool customer who refused to be appalled at the position in which he stood. He had half a mind to arrest the man again on the spot, but he was not sure enough of his ground. Not very long since he had missed a promotion by being overzealous. He did not want to make the same mistake twice.