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CHAPTER Xxx
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joining rooms:
While we're cuttin' trail might n,
well be thorough" he said to his friend
'Ihe miscrcant that did this KILN
might a. walked out the door or hi
might a come through the window
here. If he did that last. which forh
OF the road did he take? He could 70
down the ladder or swing across to the
Wyndham an slip into the corridor.
Lets make sure we've got all the pros
poets figured out at that"
Before he had finished the sentence,
Lane saw another way Of fight. The
apartment in front of Cunningham g
was out Of reach Of the fire. escape. But
the nearest window of the one to the
rear was closer. Beneath it ran a stone
ledge. An active man could swing him
self from the railing Of the platform to
the coping and force an entrance into
that apartment through the window.
Kirby glanced up and down the alley.
a department store delivery auto was
moving out Of sight. Nobody was in the
line Of vision except an occasional
pedestrian passing on the sidewalk at
the entrance to the alley.
I'm gonna take whirl at IT,"
Lane said, nodding toward the window.
How much do they give for burglary
In this State?" asked Sanborn. his eyes
dancing. I'D kinda hate to see you do
twenty years."
They have to catch tho rabbit be-
,rc they cook 1t, old timer. Here goes.
Keep an eye peeled an gimme the Office
II any cop shows up"
'Mebbc the lady's Mt home. I don't
allow to rescue you none IL she mas
sacrccs rou,' the worlds champion
announced. grinnipg.
Wrong guess, Cole. The boss of this
hacienda is a man, an he's in Chicago
right now"'
YOU'RE the daw- gonedest 90. .gettcr
ever threw in with" Sanborn admitted
All right. Go to It. If gotta 20 to
the calaboose l gotta 20, that s all"
Kirby stepped lightly to the railing.
edged far out with his weight on the
ledge. and swung to the window sill.
The sash yielded to the pressure Of his
hands and moved up. A moment later
he disappeared from Sanborn's view
into the room.
1t was the living room Of the apart
mcnt into which Lane had stepped. The
walls were papered with blue and the
rug was figured yellow and blue. The
furniture was Of fumed oak, the chairs
leather padded.
The self-invited guest met his first
surprise on the table. It was Uttered
with two or three newspapers. Tho
date of the uppermost caught his eye
II was a copy of the Post of the Goth.
lie looked at the other papers. One
was the Times and another the News,
dated respectively the oath and the
2Gth. There was an Express of the 2Sth.
Each contained long accounts of the
developments in the Cunningham mur-
der mystery.
How did these papers come here? The
apartment was closed. it's tenant in
Chicago. The only other persons who
hnd key and the right Of entry were
llorikawa and the Paradox janitor.
and the house servant had fed to PARTS
unknown. Who. then. had brought
these papers here? And why? Some
one, Lane guessed, who was vitally in
terested In the murder. lie based his
on one circumstance. The
sections of the newspapers which made
no reference to the Cunningham affair
had been jammcd into the waste paper
basket close to an adjoining desk.
The apartment held two rooms. n
buffet kitchen and bathroom. Kirby |
opened the door into the bedroom,
He stood paralyzed on the threshold.
On the bed, fully dressed, his legs
stretched in front of him and his feet |
'rossed, was the missing man Hori-
iawa. HIS torso was proppcd UP
against the brass posts of the bedstead,
\ handkerchief cncirclcd each arm and
bound 1t to the brass upright behind.
In the forehead. just above the slant,
wal eyes. was a bullet hole. The man
lad probably been dead for a day, at
east for good many hours.
The cattleman had no doubt that It
vas horikawa. His picture, good
t a picnic where the Japanese had
erved the luncheon, had appeared in
Ill the papers and on handbills sent
MT by James Cunningham. Jr. There
vas scar. N-shaped and ragged, Just
bove the left eye, that made idcntitica-
ion easy.
Kirby stepped to the window Of the
wing room and called to his friend.
want me to help you gather the ,
oot!" chaffed Cole.
SERIOUS business, old man." Kirby
old him, and the look on his face ,
ackcd the words.
Sanborn swung across to the window .
nd came through.
hot ~ ~ ue HSkeu QuIChly.
I've found Horikawa."
Pound him-where?'
Tho eyes of the men met and Cole
lessed that grim tragedy was In the
ir. He followed Kirby to the bed =
pom.
God ~ he exclaimed. :.
His gaze was riveted to the bloodless.
GLOW, face of the Oriental. Presently ,
broke the silence to speak again.
The same crowd that killed Gun. e
nIGham must "a done this, too" =
Sure they must. Same way ex. T
,tly."
Unless tyin' him up here was an q
terthought--to mako it look like the .,
her, suggested Lane. He added. v
ter moment. Cor for revenge, be- II
use Horikawa killed my uncle. If 4,
} did, fate couldn't have sent a retri- u
ltion more exactly just" n
"Sho. that's a heap unlikely. You'd Il
I'VE to figure there were two men that
Q Apache killers, both connected with
Is case, both with minds just alike,
10 of 'em Jap an the other prob'Iy
white man. A hundred to one shot. Fl
d call it. No, sir. Chances are ,
. same man bossed both jobs &C
'Ncs.' agreed Kirby. "The odds are