"Serious business, old man," Kirby told him, and the look on his face backed the words.
Sanborn swung across to the window and came through.
"What is it?" he asked quickly.
"I've found Horikawa."
"Found him—where?"
The eyes of the men met and Cole guessed that grim tragedy was in the air. He followed Kirby to the bedroom.
"God!" he exclaimed.
His gaze was riveted to the bloodless, yellow face of the Oriental.
Presently he broke the silence to speak again.
"The same crowd that killed Cunningham must 'a' done this, too."
"Prob'ly."