“You’re not sure——”
“No; only she said I was there——”
“Were you?”
“I—I don’t want to tell you——”
“Miss Lindsay, don’t tell me—don’t tell anybody! If you were there keep it to yourself—and if not—there’s no occasion to say so. I understand what you’re trying to do. Keep it up. That’s why I invented the Western man!”
“Invented him! You don’t really believe in him?”
“Oh, I suppose invented isn’t the right word. But—of course, I’ve no proof of his existence. He may well be a fact—or, again, he may not be. I only say that there’s a possibility—even a probability that Gleason may have known somebody out there who came after him here and killed him. Nobody can deny the possibility, at least.”
“No, of course not.”
“You’ve no idea of the identity of any such person?”
“I? Oh, no.”