“So, according to my theory, he was the guy that bumped Harshaw. But, night before last, he tried to gain entrance to Harshaw’s suite again from 918 — and he got bumped himself.”
“Which supports my theory,” smiled Biscayne. “I said that the burglary and the murder were two different motives, involving separate persons.”
“Well, professor,” declared Cardona, “we’re getting to the place where we’ve got to figure on this theory stuff.
“I thought your idea of Harshaw being killed inside the apartment must be phony. But now — since night before last — your idea looks O.K.
“There was a fellow in there, somehow, but I can’t understand how he got by Mayhew.
“I’m going to tell you the way I dope it,” Cardona went on. “Somebody — the guy who has sent these notes — is the big brain in back of it. He’s bold, all right, for he’s operating right around the hotel.
“There’s three fellows he wanted to get: S. H., that’s Silas Harshaw; L. G., that’s Louis Glenn; and T.S. who must be the fake Perkins; the third dead man. I’m going to call T.S., the third man, because that’s who I think he is.
“I’m going to accept your theory about Harshaw. The big brain bumped off the old man. Then he killed Louis Glenn.
“But he knew that this fellow T.S. who was living at the Redan Hotel, had tried to get in Harshaw’s apartment. and would try again.
“So the big brain got in instead, and laid for T.S. Bumped him off and got away. What do you think of that?”