“Do yuh feel the same about Charley Prentice?”
“Well, that ain’t such a hell of a mystery, Hashknife.”
“Then why don’tcha arrest the guilty man?”
“Not a speck of evidence.”
“Then why ain’t it a mystery?”
“’Cause it ain’t. Ask anybody.”
“Suppose I ask Len Ayres?”
“Yeah, that would be a sweet idea!”
Hashknife grinned at the fat sheriff.
“I’m goin’ to do that—to-night. I’ll betcha I’ll find out a lot more from him than I have from you.”