“Any weapons?” asked the policeman, making a quick search.
“No weapons,” replied Harkness. “I’m not that kind.”
“I don’t see,” said Murray, “why you waited here to be arrested.”
“Why, I had a little interest in that insurance,” explained Harkness, “and I rather wanted to get it before leaving. However, waiting here was a little trying to the nerves, even if everything did seem to be going all right, and I was just about to slip up to Milwaukee until the case was settled. I ought to have gone the day Elmer was stricken.”
“What Elmer?” demanded Murray.
“Elmer Harkness, my cousin,” the other replied promptly.
“And who are you?”
“I’m Elmer Harkness, his cousin,” he returned with equal promptness.
“Which of you was born at Madison, Indiana?” pursued Murray.
“He was,” replied Harkness, and added, “I was born at Matteson, Illinois.”