"Come up to my room a minute and let's talk things over," Kirby suggested.
As soon as the door was closed, the man from Twin Buttes turned on the farmer and flung a swift demand at him.
"Now, Olson, I'll hear the rest of your story."
The eyes of the Swede grew hard and narrow. "What's bitin' you? I've told you my story."
"Some of it. Not all of it."
"Whadjamean?"
"You told me what you saw from the fire escape of the Wyndham, but you didn't tell what you saw from the fire escape of the Paradox."
"Who says I saw anything from there?"
"I say so."
"You tryin' to hang this killin' on me?" demanded Olson angrily.