Nan was staring at Len, and he turned his head to look at her. “You were back early,” she said, as though it might help him.
He smiled thinly.
“Yeah, I wasn’t very late,” and to the sheriff: “Well, what do you think about it, Ben?”
The sheriff shrugged his broad shoulders.
“There’s no clue, Len. You didn’t see Charley last night, did yuh?”
“He was at home when Len came in,” said Breezy quickly.
“No, I didn’t see him,” said Len. “Shot with a forty-four, eh? That’s the size of my gun, Ben.”
“Mine, too,” said the sheriff glumly. “Prob’ly eight out of every ten punchers in this country pack the same size.”
“Don’t leave yuh much to work on, Ben,” said Len dryly.
“Not much. Well, I just wanted to tell yuh about it.”