“With pleasure!”
“Put it there!” said Mr. Bragg, thrusting out his huge hand. “As for this case, what I get, you get. But that’s between us, mind you!”
“My word upon it, I’ll do nothing to get in your way.”
“That’s good enough for me, sir!”
Thus Sheridan made an impression, and paved the way to securing information from the one man who, his own detective instinct told him, would know more of the superficial features of this tragedy than all the rest of the community combined.
“Was this Moore’s desk?” he now carelessly asked, turning to a piece of furniture near one of the windows.
“Yes, sir, ’twas.”
“It is much disturbed. Was he in the habit of keeping money in it?”
“I reckon not. But some one went through it last night, that’s plain. Most likely a search for papers.”
“Possibly a will.”