Then, stepping back to the door so that all in the
barroom might catch the significance of his words, he said sharply:
"How many men of you know where Bisbee always carried his money when he
was on his way to bank?"
"In his boots!" answered two voices together.
"Come this way, boys. Take a look at his boots, will you?"
And as they crowded about the table, sensing some new development,
Galloway pushing well to the fore, Norton's vibrant voice rang out:
"It was a clean job getting him, and a clean job telling the story of
how it happened. But there wasn't overmuch time and in the rush. . . .
Tell me, Jim Galloway, how does it happen that the right boot is on the
left foot?"
CHAPTER IV
AT THE BANKER'S HOME
Rod Norton made no arrest. Leaving the card-room abruptly he signalled
to Julius Struve, the hotel keeper, to follow him. In the morning
Struve, in his official capacity as coroner, would demand a verdict.
Having long been in strong sympathy with the sheriff he was to be
looked to now for a frank prediction of the inquest's result. And,
very thoughtful about it all, he gravely agreed with Norton; the
coroner's jury, taking the evidence offered by Jim Galloway, Kid
Rickard, and Antone, would bring in a verdict of justifiable homicide.
"Later on we'll get 'em, Roddy .
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