away with
you."

"You were seen getting into a car with Miss McLean."

"Did she step in of her own free will?"

"We don't claim an abduction."

"On your own statement of the case, then, you have no ground of
complaint whatever."

"Do you refuse to tell us where she is?" Kirby asked.

"I refuse to admit that I know where the young lady is."

"We'll find her. Don't make any mistake about that."

Kirby rose. The interview was at an end. Cole Sanborn strode forward.
He leaned over the desk toward the oil broker, his blue eyes drilling
into those of the broker.

"We sure will, an' if you've hurt our li'l' friend--if she's got any
grievance against you an' the way you treat her--I'll certainly wreck
you proper, Mr. Cunningham."

James flushed angrily. "Get out of here--all of you! Or I'll send for
the police and have you swept out. I'm fed up on your interference."

"Is it interference for Miss McLean here to want to know where her
sister is?" asked Kirby quietly.

"Why should you all assume I know?"

"Because the evidence points to you."

"Absurd. You come down here from Wyoming and do nothing but make
trouble for me and Jack even though we try to stand your friend. I've
had about enough of you."

"Sorry you look at it that way." Kirby's smile was friendly. It was
even wistful. "I appreciate what you did for me, but I've got to go
through with what I've started. I can't quit on the job because I'm
under an obligation to you. By the way, I've arranged the matter of
the bond. We're to take it up at the district attorney's office at
eleven this morning."

"Glad to hear it. I want to be quit of you," snapped Cunningham tartly.

Outside, Kirby gave directions to his lieutenants. "It's up to you two
to dig up some facts. I'm gonna be busy all mornin' with this bond
business so's I can keep outa jail. Rose, you go up to the Secretary
of State's office and find the number of the license of my cousin's car
and the kind of machine it is. Then you'd better come back an' take a
look at all the cars parked within three or four blocks of here. He
may have driven it down when he came to work this mornin'. Look at the
speedometer an' see what the mileage record is of the last trip taken.
Cole, you go to this address. That's where my cousin lives. Find out
at what garage he keeps his car. If they don't know, go to all the
garages within several blocks of the place. See if it's a closed car.
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