“Don’t you believe it?”
“Do you?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Ma’am”—Cultus leaned on the wheel and looked at her closely—“what would you give to have Blaze Nolan exonerated of all these charges?”
She stared at him wonderingly.
“Exonerated? Oh, that would be impossible. But I’d give”—she stared blankly at Cultus—“I’d give ’most anything. But there’s too many things against him—too many things to explain away.”
“There’s quite a lot,” he admitted slowly.
“And he ran away, you know.”
“Yeah—he’s gone.”
Jim Kelton was coming down the sidewalk, hobbling along with the aid of his cane. He smiled at Cultus, who offered to untie the team for him.