“Hello, Davidson,” Meecham held out his hand to Brick. “How are you?”
Brick shook hands with him and they both sat down.
“I’ve been doing a little work,” explained Meecham.
Brick smiled and rolled a fresh cigaret.
“I wanted to ask you a few questions,” stated Brick slowly. “Did you get a good look at the man who held you up in the bank?”
“Well, there were three of them, sheriff. Anyway, I think there were three. I’m sure that one stayed near the door. The one who did the talking was a thin sort of a fellow.”
“Couldn’t recognize his voice, if yuh heard it?”
“Hardly. Still, I might.”
“Wasn’t there a fire broke out about that time?”
“Yes, there was,” said Mrs. Meecham quickly. “It was down at Baldy Malloy’s shack. His wood-shed burned down.”