"Seems to me it was—"
"Hold on." Kirby raised a hand in protest. "I don't want any guesses.
You know or you don't. Which is it?"
"I reckon it was between the time yore cousin James went up an' the others followed."
"You reckon? I'm askin' for definite information. A man's life may hang on this." The cattleman's eyes were ice-cold.
Hull swallowed a lump in his fat throat before he committed himself.
"Well, it was."
"Was between the two trips of the elevator, you mean?"
"Yes."
"Your wife heard this sound, too?"
"Yep. We spoke of it afterward."
"Do you know anything else that could possibly have had any bearing on my uncle's death?"