ng it later. What would he do then?"
Kate beamed. "Buy another at the nearest store."
"That would be my guess. And the nearest store is the New York Emporium.
We've got to find out whether he did buy one there on Tuesday some time
after nine o'clock in the morning."
The girl's eyes were sparkling. She bustled with businesslike energy.
"I'll go and ask right away."
"Don't you think we'd better let Uncle Alec find out? He's not so likely
to stir up curiosity," Curly suggested.
"That's right. Let me earn my board and keep," the owner of the Map of
Texas volunteered.
Within a quarter of an hour Alec Flandrau joined the others at the hotel.
He was beaming like a schoolboy who has been given an unexpected holiday.
"You kids are right at the head of the class in the detective game. Cass
bought a brown hat, about 9:30 in the mo'ning. Paid five dollars for it.
Wouldn't let them deliver the old one but took it with him in a paper
sack."
With her lieutenants flanking her Kate went straight to the office of the
sheriff. Bolt heard the story out and considered it thoughtfully.
"You win, Miss Cullison. You haven't proved Fendrick caused your father's
disappearance by foul play, and you haven't proved he committed the
robbery. Point of fact I don't think he did either one. But it certainly
looks like he may possibly have manufactured evidence."
Curly snorted scornfully. "You're letting your friend down easy, Mr. Bolt.
By his own story he was on the ground a minute after the robbery took
place. How do we know he wasn't there a minute before? For if he didn't
know the hold-up was going to occur why did he bring Mr. Cullison's hat
with him punctured so neatly with bullet holes?"
"I'll bet a thousand dollars he is at the bottom of this whole thing,"
Mackenzie added angrily.
The sheriff flushed. "You gentlemen are entitled to your opinions just as
I'm entitled to mine. You haven't even proved he took Mr. Cullison's hat;
you've merely showed he may have done it."
"We've given you a motive and some evidence. How much more do you want?"
Curly demanded.
"Hold your hawses a while, Flandrau, and look at this thing reasonable.
You're all prejudiced for Cullison and against Fendrick. Talk about
evidence! There's ten times as much against your friend as there is
against Cass."
"Then you'll not arrest Fendrick?"
"When you give me good reason to do it," Bolt returned doggedly.
"That's all right, Mr. Sheriff. Now
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