"Or he'll send Jack," Rose added.
"We'll try to keep an eye on him, too."
"This is my job, is it?" Cole asked, rising.
"You an' Rose can work together on it. My job's here in town on the murder mystery."
"If we work both of them out—-finding Esther and proving who killed your uncle—I think we'll learn that it's all the same mystery, anyhow," Rose said, drawing on her gloves.
Cole nodded sagely. "You've said somethin', Rose."
"Say when, not if, we work 'em out. We'll be cuttin' hot trail poco tempo," Kirby prophesied, smiling up at them.
CHAPTER XXVII
THE DETECTIVE GETS TWO SURPRISES
Kirby stared down at the document in front of him. He could scarcely believe the evidence flashed by his eyes to his brain. It was the document he had asked the county recorder at Golden to send him—and it certified that, on July 21, James Cunningham and Phyllis Harriman had been united in marriage at Golden by the Reverend Nicodemus Rankin.