"But in your heart you do believe it," she said gently.
He looked at her. "I'm afraid so. But that's a long way from knowing it."
They parted at her boarding-house.
A man rose to meet Kirby when he stepped into the rotunda of his hotel.
He was a gaunt, broad-shouldered man with ragged eyebrows.
"Well, I came," he said, and his voice was harsh.
"Glad to see you, Mr. Olson. Come up to my room. We can talk there more freely."
The Scandinavian rancher followed him to the elevator and from there to his room.
"Why don't they arrest Hull?" he demanded as soon as the door was closed.
"Not evidence enough."
"Suppose I can give evidence. Say I practically saw Hull do it. Would they arrest him—or me?"