Teagler grinned. He was proud of his radiophone.
The visitor washed down his venison with large gulps of coffee.
The jazz tune ended. The raucous voice began again. It was somewhat clearer by this time.
“I am asked,” it said, “to make this announcement by the chief of police of Denver, Colorado. A reward of two thousand dollars—two thousand dollars—is offered for the capture of one “Snapper” Kirk, wanted for the theft of a diamond necklace the property of Ellsworth Coster, of Denver.
“Kirk is described as about five feet eight inches in height. He has dark complexion and dark eyes, stocky in build. He was dressed when last seen in a dark brown suit and brown felt hat. Kirk can be easily recognized by a deep, white scar on his right cheek, starting near the temple and ranging downward for more than two inches. Send any information to chief of police, Denver.”
Teagler moved the platter of venison closer to his unexpected guest.
“Eat plenty,” he bade.
Teagler attempted a casual conversation. His guest eyed him, but answered only in monosyllables. The radio program ended, with the giving of live stock quotations.
“Interested in mines?” asked the prospector.
“Gold?” demanded the stranger.