"I guess a jury would be satisfied he fired it all right."
"Probably. It looks bad for Hull. Don"t you think you ought to go to the police with your story? Then we can have Hull arrested. They"ll give him the third degree. My opinion is he"ll break down under it and confess."
Olson consented with obvious reluctance, but he made a condition precedent to his acceptance. "Le" "s see Hull first, just you "n" me.
I ain"t strong for the police. We"ll go to them when we"ve got an open an" shut case."
Kirby considered. This story didn"t wholly fit the facts as he knew them. For instance, there was no explanation in it of how the room where Cunningham was found murdered had become saturated with the odor of chloroform. Nor was it in character that Hull should risk firing a gun, the sound of which might bring detection on him, while his victim lay helpless before him. Another blow or two on the skull would have served his purpose noiselessly. The cattleman knew from his observation of this case that the authorities had a way of muddling things. Perhaps it would be better to wait until the difficulties had been smoothed out before going to them.
"That suits me," he said. "We"ll tackle Hull when his wife isn"t with him. He goes downtown every day about ten o"clock. We"ll pick him up in a taxi, run him out into the country somewhere, an" put him over the jumps. The sooner the quicker. How about to-morrow morning?"
"Suits me, too. But will he go with us?"
"He"ll go with us," Kirby said quietly.
CHAPTER x.x.xV
LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
From ten thousand bulbs the moving-picture houses of Curtis Street were flinging a glow upon the packed sidewalks when Kirby came out of the hotel and started uptown.
He walked to the Wyndham, entered, and slipped up the stairs of the rooming-house unnoticed. From the third story he ascended by a ladder to the flat roof. He knew exactly what he had come to investigate.
From one of the windows of the fourth floor at the Paradox he had noticed the clothes-line which stretched across the Wyndham roof from one corner to another. He went straight to one of the posts which supported the rope. He made a careful study of this, then walked to the other upright support and examined the knots which held the line fast here.
"I"m some good little guesser," he murmured to himself as he turned back to the ladder and descended to the floor below.
He moved quietly along the corridor to the fire escape and stepped out upon it. Then, very quickly and expertly, he coiled a rope which he took from a paper parcel that had been under his arm. At one end of the coil was a loop. He swung this lightly round his head once or twice to feel the weight of it. The rope snaked forward and up. Its loop dropped upon the stone abutment he had noticed when he had been examining the exteriors of the buildings with Cole Sanborn. It tightened when he gave a jerk.
Kirby climbed over the railing and swung himself lightly out into s.p.a.ce. A moment, and he was swaying beside the fire escape of the Paradox. He caught the iron rail and pulled himself to the platform.
By chance the blind was down. There was no light within, but after his eyes had become used to the darkness he tried to take a squint at the room from the sides of the blind. The shade hung an inch or two from the window frame, so that by holding his eye close he could get more than a glimpse of the interior.
He tapped gently on the gla.s.s. The lights inside flashed on. From one viewpoint he could see almost half the room. He could go to the other side of the blind and see most of the other half.
A man sat down in a chair close to the opposite wall, letting his hands fall on the arms. A girl stood in front of him and pointed a paper-knife at his head, holding it as though it were a revolver. The head of the man fell sideways.
Kirby tapped on the window pane again. He edged up the sash and stepped into the room.
The young woman turned to him eagerly, a warm glow in her sh.e.l.l-pink cheeks. "Well?" she inquired.
"Worked out fine, Rose," Kirby said. "I could see the whole thing."
"Still, that don"t prove anything," the other man put in. He belonged to the staff of the private detective agency with which Kirby was dealing.
The Wyoming man smiled. "It proves my theory is possible. Knowing Olson, I"m willin" to gamble he didn"t sit still on the fire escape an"
let that drawn blind shut him off from what was goin" on inside. He was one mighty interested observer. Now he must "a" known there was a clothes-line on the roof. From the street you can see a washin"
hangin" out there any old time. In his place I"d "a" bopped up to the roof an" got that line. Which is exactly what he did, I"ll bet. The line had been tied to the posts with a lot of knots. He hadn"t time to untie it. So he cut the rope. It"s been spliced out since by a piece of rope of a different kind."
"How do you know that"s been done since?" the detective asked.
"A fair question," Kirby nodded. "I don"t. I"ll find out about that when I talk with the landlady of the Wyndham. If I"m right you can bet that cut rope has puzzled her some. She can"t figure out why any one would cut her rope down an" then leave it there."
"If you can show me her rope was cut that night, I"ll say you"re right," the detective admitted. "And if you are right, then the Swede must "a" been right here when your uncle was killed."
"_May_ have been," Kirby corrected. "We haven"t any authentic evidence yet as to exactly when my uncle was killed. We"re gettin" the time narrowed down. It was between 9.30 and 9.50. We know that."
"How do you know that?" the professional sleuth asked. "Accordin" to your story you didn"t get into the apartment until after ten o"clock.
It might "a" been done any time up till then."
The eyes of Kirby and Rose met. They had private information about who was in the rooms from about 9.55 till 10.10.
The cattleman corrected his statement. "All right, say between 9.30 and 10.05. During that time Hull may have shot my uncle. Or Olson may have opened the window while my uncle lay there helpless, killed him, stepped outa the window again, an" slipped down by the fire escape.
All he"d have to do then would be to walk into the Wyndham, replace the rope on the roof, an" next mornin" leave for Dry Valley."
The detective nodded. "_If_ he cut the rope. Lemme find out from the landlady whether it _was_ cut that night."
"Good. We"ll wait for you at the corner."
Ten minutes later the detective joined them in front of the drug-store where they were standing. The hard eyes in his cold gambler"s face were lit up for once.
"I"ll say the man from Missouri has been shown," he said. "I let on to the dame at the Wyndham that I was after a gang of young sneak thieves in the neighborhood. Pretty soon I drifted her to the night of the twenty-third--said they "d been especially active that night and had used a rope to get into a second story of a building. She woke up.
Her clothesline on the roof had been cut that very night. She remembered the night on account of its being the one when Mr.
Cunningham was killed. Could the boys have used it to get into the store an" then brought it back? I thought likely."
"Bully! We"re one step nearer than we were. We know Olson was lookin"
in the window from the fire escape just outside."
The detective slapped his thigh. "It lies between Hull and the Swede.
That"s a cinch."
"I believe it does," agreed Rose.
Kirby made no comment. He seemed to be absorbed in speculations of his own. The detective was reasoning from a very partial knowledge of the facts. He knew nothing about the relations of James Cunningham to his uncle, nor even that the younger Cunninghams--or at least one of them--had been in his uncle"s apartment the evening of his death. He did not know that Rose had been there. Wherefore his deductions, even though they had the benefit of being trained ones, were of slight value in this case.
"Will you take the key back to the Chief of Police?" Kirby asked him as they separated. "Better not tell him who was with you or what we were doin"."
"I"m liable to tell him a whole lot," the detective answered with heavy irony. "I"m figurin" on runnin" down this murderer myself if any one asks you."
"Wish you luck," Kirby said with perfect gravity.
CHAPTER x.x.xVI
A RIDE IN A TAXI