“Not very much. It kinda looks to me as though they had a big start on us, Le Moyne.”
“Have you anythin’ to work on?”
“I said I didn’t have much,” Scotty wasn’t going to tell Le Moyne of his suspicions against the Taylors or the AK.
“Uh-huh,” muttered Le Moyne. “Well, I just wanted to tell you that the express company will have a man on the job, and the Santa Rita company will also have an investigator. They’ll be here tonight, and I want you to help ’em all you can. We’re offering a thousand dollars reward, and the express company will probably offer somethin’. What was all this stuff about you bein’ locked in your own jail?”
The sheriff told Le Moyne of the incident, and the handsome paymaster could not suppress a laugh.
“Go ahead and laugh,” sighed the harassed sheriff. “It sounds funny.”
“But why did they do it, Sheriff?”
“That’s somethin’ I’m goin’ to try and find out.”
“Meanin’ what?”
“Well, it kept me from quick action on that robbery, didn’t it?”