Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-02-11
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you want to see me; why, there's as
good n place as any
Were choosin' the place, Hull, not
you. You'll either step into that cab
or into patrol wagon"
Their eyes met and fought. The
shallow. protuberant ones wavered.
"Oh, well, IL amt worth 'chewin' the
rag over. reckon III 20 with you,
He stepped into the cab. AT sight,
Of Olson he showed both dismay and
surprise. lie had heard OF the threats
the Dry Valley man had been making:
Was he starting on q journey the end
Of which would be summary vengeance?
A glance at Lanes face reassured him.
This young fellow would be no nc.
complicc Mt murder. Yet the chill at
his heart told him he was in for serious
trouble. -.
He tried to placatc Olson with smile
and made motion to offer his hand.
The scandinavian glared at him.
The taxicab swung down Fourteenth.
across the viaduct to Lake place, and
from It to Federal boulevard.
Hull moistened his lips with his
tongue and broke the silence. Where
we goin'?" he asked at last.
"Wherc We can talk without bein'
overheard. Kirby answered.
The cab ran up the steep slope to
Inspiration Point and stopped there.
The men got out.
"Come back for us in half an hour,
the cattleman told the driver.
In front and below them lay the beau
tiful valley Of Clear Creek. Beyond 1t
were the foothills. and back Of them the
line Of the Front Range stretching from
Pixies Peak at the south up to the Wyo:.
ming line. Grcy's and Longs and
Mount Evans stood out like giant sem
tinels In the clear sunshine.
Hull looked across the valley nervous.
" and brought his eyes back with a
jerk. Well. what's it all about:
Whadjawant?"
81 know now why you lied at the
Inquest about the time you saw me
on the night my uncle was killed.
Kirby told him.
II didn't lie. Maybe l was mistaken:
Any mans liable to make mistake
"You didn't make a mistake: You
deliberately twisted your story SO as to
minutes or So earlier than l was. Your
reason was a good one. If was in his
rooms Mt the time he was shot, that
let you out completely. So you tried
to lie me into the death cell ut Canyon
City,"
Hulls bandanna was busy. "Nothin
like, that. I wouldn't play no such a
trick on any man. No, Sir"
You wouldn't, but you did. Don't
stall. Hull. We've got you right
The ranchcr from Dry Valley broke
in venomously. ''You bet we have,
you rotten crook. I'll pay YOU back
proper for that deal you an Cunning
ham slipped over on me. I'm gonna put
u rope round yOre neck for it. I sure
am. Why. you big fat stiff, l was
standin' watchin' you when you knocked
out Cunningham with the butt of yore
gum"
From IIull's red face the color fed.
He teetered for moment on the balls of
his feet, then sank Imply to the cement
bench in front of him. He tried to gasp
out denial. but the words would not
come. In his throat there was only q
dry rattle.
He heard. as from long distance,
Lanes voice addressing him.
We've got 1t on you. Hull. Come
through. an come clean"
"I-I-I swear to God I didn't do
it-didn't kill him. he gaspcd at last.
Then who did-yore wife," de-
manded Olson.
Neither of us. I--Ill tell you-all
the whole story
Do you know who did kill him.
Kirby persisted.
IT come pretty near KNOWN, but ]
didn't see it done"
who, them
'YOre cOusn-JameS Cunningham "