Santel laughed angrily. Leach watched him closely. He knew that Santel was drunk.
“I reckon I could find out enough,” said Santel hoarsely, “but what the is the use? We all know that these robberies were done by three men, don’t we?”
“Well?”
“Three men,” continued Santel. “A big man, a medium-sized man and a tall, thin man. I’ve been lookin’ for three men of that description—three men who are close enough together to do this work. And—” Santel shook his head slowly—“there’s just three men in this county that answer that description, and that is the sheriff, his deputy and the big fellow, Slade.”
“Aw, !” snorted Hendricks.
“There yuh are,” Santel shrugged his shoulders wearily.
“And why not?” queried Leach. “Are they so ed pure that they wouldn’t do a thing like that, Al?”
Hendricks frowned heavily and looked at Santel.
“Is this the best you could do, Santel?”
“Suits me.”