“It is.”
“When did he visit you?”
“Two days ago, or maybe three. I am a little mixed about it. You see, I have been pretty closely confined to my shack for a few days.”
Gregg threw in a query. “How is the old man?”
“He’s all right; that is to say, he’s dead. Died last night.”
The sheriff looked at Simpson meaningly. “Well, I reckon that settles his score, judge. Even if he was implicated, he’s out of it now.”
“He couldn’t have been implicated,” declared the ranger, “for he was with me at the time the murder was committed. I left him high on the mountain in the Basque herder’s camp. I can prove an alibi for him. Furthermore, he had no motive for such work.”
“What did Dunn tell you?” demanded the sheriff. “What names did he give you?”
“Wait a moment,” replied Cavanagh, who felt himself to be on his own territory, and not to be hurried. “There’s a reward offered for the arrest of these men, is there not?”
“There is,” replied the attorney.