Blaze started slightly, and Marsh laughed.
“I’m no fool,” said Marsh easily. “I have ways of finding out things. And you’ll find that out pretty damn’ quick, if you try to double-cross me. Either Harry Kelton or his sister heard what we discussed that night at my home, and you know it, because you was the one who told them you were out of the penitentiary and had a meeting with me. Nolan, you had them hide in my house and listen to my plans.”
Blaze laughed at Kendall Marsh, and Marsh’s eyes blazed with anger.
“Don’t deny it,” warned Marsh. “You delayed meeting me until you were sure they had plenty of time to reach Los Angeles. Harry and Jane Kelton left here mysteriously a week or more before you came to my place, and they got back here a few days afterwards. Under that balcony the police found three sets of tracks—two men’s and a woman’s, and one set was yours, Nolan. Oh, there’s plenty of evidence.”
“Why didn’t yuh have ’em arrested?” smiled Blaze.
“Lack of legal evidence at the time.”
“Don’t bluff, Marsh. You built that all up after yuh came here.”
Blaze turned and looked at Della.
“So yo’re one of Marsh’s spies, are yuh? That’s how yuh happened to be at the meetin’ at the JK. I wondered what you was doin’ there.”
“Yes, and you stopped her from gettin’ important information for me,” rasped Kendall Marsh angrily.