"No, sir. Honest I don't."
Olson shot a question at the man on the grill. "Did you kill the Jap servant, too, as well as his boss?"
"I didn't kill either the one or the other, so help me."
"Do you know anything at all about the Jap's death? Did you see anything suspicious going on at any time?" Kirby asked.
"No, sir. Nothin' a-tall."
The rough rider signaled the taxicab, which was circling the lake at the foot of the hill. Presently it came up the incline and took on its passengers.
"Drive to the Paradox Apartments," Kirby directed.
He left Hull outside in the cab while he went in to interview his wife.
The lean woman with the forbidding countenance opened the door.
Metaphorically speaking, Kirby landed his knockout instantly. "I've come to see you on serious business, Mrs. Hull. Your husband has confessed how he did for my uncle. Unless you tell the whole truth he's likely to go to the death cell."
She gasped, her fear-filled eyes fastened on him. Her hand moved blindly to the side of the door for support.