"All three of 'em. Mrs. Hull she opened the door a mite an' saw 'em go up in the elevator. It moves kinda slow, you know. The heavy-set young fellow went up first. Then two-three minutes later the elevator went down an' the dude an' the young lady went up."
Kirby put his foot on the cement bench and rested his forearm on his knee. The cattleman's steady eyes were level with those of the unhappy man making the confession.
"Did you at any time hear the sound of a shot?"
"Well, I—I heard somethin'. At the time I thought maybe it was a tire in the street blowin' out. But come to think of it later we figured it was a shot."
"You don't know for sure."
"Well, come to that I—I don't reckon I do. Not to say for certain sure."
A tense litheness had passed into the rough rider's figure. It was as though every sense were alert to catch and register impressions.
"At what time was it you thought you heard this shot?"
"I dunno, to the minute."
"Was it before James Cunningham went up in the elevator? Was it between the time he went up an' the other two went up? Or was it after Jack Cunningham an' Miss Harriman passed on the way up?"