A shout outside the door.
"Come in alone, Yuma," the masked man replied, stepping back against the wall. There was a hurried conversation in the hall, then Yuma came in. His face was red and sweaty. His eyes went wide with surprise at the scene before him.
"Close the door," said the masked man softly.
Yuma slapped it closed and then exclaimed, "What in hell's been goin' on?" He saw Bryant, then the others with their hands still held slightly lifted.
"Yuma," the masked man said, "Jeb is about the house some place. You might have a couple of the men look beneath the living-room floor."
"But what's been goin' on here?" repeated the big cowboy. "Has that old buzzard confessed?"
"Bryant is in the clear. Get the story briefly. Wallie led the gang. Bryant's half-blind, but I know of a doctor who can help him. Bryant didn't know what went on here. Penelope is supposed to inherit everything, but I have an idea that she and Bryant will be together for a good many years before there's any inheritance to talk about."
Yuma nodded, still wide-eyed. He looked from Bryant to Wallie, then at the men on the floor. He said, "There'll be a nice hunk o' reward money comin' fer the capture o' these critters."
"I won't be here to collect any reward, Yuma. You helped capture them. Perhaps you and Bryant can split the rewards."
Yuma looked surprised. "Yuh mean tuh say yuh don't want the reward money?"