"Take your own time," said Grandon visibly relieved, "and no one from the post shall interfere with you."
Joe got to his feet and turned toward the door.
"We could use any information regarding the whereabouts of Bud Conley," added Grandon.
Joe spat angrily and nodded his head, as he went out of the door. Grandon smiled across the room at Henderson.
"Burgoyne has a score to settle with Conley, and I think we may look for some early information."
Henderson nodded and examined the revolver that Louie Beaudet had found beside his rifled safe. He had seen it many times. The butt plates were carved from solid bone, showing a steer's head in relief on each plate. There was no question of ownership.
"Why do you suppose he forgot his gun?" queried Grandon.
Henderson placed the gun on the table and shook his head, as he said, "Conley might forget his boots or he might forget every rule of the service, sir; but he'd not forget his gun."
"You think someone stole the gun to throw the guilt on Conley? Ridiculous, Henderson!"
"Yes, sir," said Henderson meekly, which might have meant an answer or an agreement.