“Might have been,” agreed Sleepy. “Prob’ly took him quite a while to clean out the place. How much did he get?”
“I can’t tell you that, sir. I think Mr. Ludlow would like to hear about it as soon as possible.”
“No hurry; he can’t help any,” said Kelsey. “Warner, did you get a good look at this robber?”
“It was dark in here. He held a match in his left hand while I worked the combination.”
“Did, eh?” Kelsey seemed interested. “Well, how much of him didja see, Warner?”
“Not much, I’m afraid; only that arm in the light. You see, he stood rather behind me.”
“All right; and didja see that arm well enough to tell what it looked like?”
“Yes, I saw it well enough, I think. It—it looked like a—a—well, just like an arm,” he finished weakly.
“That’s fine,” sneered Kelsey. “All we’ve got to do is to find a man who has a left arm that looks like an arm. Didn’t yuh see his clothes, his hands, his gun?”
“Yes, I—I saw his gun. Certainly I saw his gun.”