“We won’t know until we find out what Baldy was carryin’ from Silverton.”
“How long has he been driving this stage?” asked Santel.
“About seven or eight months, I think,” replied Brick.
“What did he do before he got this job?”
“I dunno, do you, Grant?”
“No. I never seen Baldy until he started drivin’ stage. Prob’ly the only job he ever had in Sun Dog.”
“Have any enemies?” queried Santel.
“Never heard of any,” said Brick. “Baldy was kind of an inoffensive jigger.”
“Not exactly,” Grant smiled slowly. “He knocked McGill down the day you rode the grizzly, Brick.”
“I heard about that,” smiled Brick. “Still a poke in the nose wouldn’t cause a man to do murder—not this long afterward, anyway.”