“Yes, but Low was on his way to the city when we saw him.”
“Oh, that’s different! Now perhaps we are getting down to business. The first question is, did anybody see him in town?”
“I saw his wagon in front of a store,” said Claymore hesitatingly.
“Why do you hesitate?” demanded the detective sharply.
“Well, I just begin to feel that it’s a pretty serious thing to bring a charge of murder against a man. You see,[{10}] Low was hot, and he shot off his mouth in a temper. I presume he didn’t mean what he said.”
“It isn’t our business to think what he meant,” declared Kerr. “And we’re not bringing any charge against him. If he’s innocent, he can stand a little inquiry. So you’d better tell all you know frankly, and not wait till you’re examined in court.”
“Oh, I’ll be frank enough,” said Claymore. “I know that Mr. Judson asked him to call here at half past three.”
“You ought to have said that before.”
Folsom, who had been listening quietly to the conversation, here suggested that an investigation should be made to find whether this Hank Low had been seen in the hotel.
“I was just going to,” said Kerr.