“You were there when they found Blaze Nolan at the back of the bank, weren’t you, Collins?” asked Kelton.
“Yeah, I was there,” smiled Cultus.
“What was yore impression of it? Do yuh suppose somebody knew that Blaze was goin’ to rob the bank, laid for him, knocked him down, but missed findin’ the money, when Blaze fell across it?”
“That’s a plumb new theory,” smiled Cultus. “Got the papers, but missed the money, eh? Worth thinkin’ about.”
“And what about Marsh’s son bein’ in the bank, minus his pants?”
Cultus laughed softly, but shook his head.
“I’d like to know, myself. But here’s another little theory. Suppose Blaze Nolan knew that somebody else was goin’ to rob the bank, tries to stop it, but gets knocked out, after he took the money away from him?”
Jim Kelton shook his head quickly.
“If Blaze Nolan wasn’t guilty, why did he shoot Buck Gillis?”
“Button, button, who’s got the button?” smiled Cultus. “Theories are of no value, Mr. Kelton. Friends will always find one to fit their particular views, while enemies will always find one to fit their views.”