CHAPTER XXX
KIRBY MAKES A CALL
Kirby had been bluffing when he said he had evidence to prove thatJames was in his uncle's rooms the very hour of the murder. But he wasnow convinced that he had told the truth. James had been there, andhis brother Jack knew it. The confession had been written in hisshocked face when Kirby flung out the charge.
But James might have been there and still be innocent, just as was thecase with him and Rose. The cattleman wanted to find the murderer, buthe wanted almost as much to find that James had nothing to do with thecrime. He eliminated Jack, except perhaps as an accessory after thefact. Jack had a telltale face, but he might be cognizant of guiltwithout being deeply a party to it. He could be insolent, but faultsof manner are not a crime. Besides, all Jack's interests lay in theother direction. If his uncle had lived a day longer, he would havebeen sole heir to the estate.
As he wandered through the streets Kirby's mind was busy with theproblem. Automatically his legs carried him to the Paradox Apartments.He found himself there before he even knew he had been heading in thatdirection. Mrs. Hull came out and passed him. She was without a hat,and probably was going to the corner grocery on Fifteenth.
"I've been neglecting friend Hull," he murmured to himself. "I reckonI'll just drop in an' ask him how his health is."
He was not sorry that Mrs. Hull was out. She was easily, he judged,the dominant member of the firm. If he could catch the fat man alonehe might gather something of importance.
Hull opened the door of the apartment to his knock. He stood glaringat the young man, his prominent eyes projecting, the red capillaries inhis beefy face filling.
"Whadjawant?" he demanded.
"A few words with you, Mr. Hull." Kirby pushed past him into the room,much as an impudent agent does.
"Well, I don't aim to have no truck with you at all," blustered the fatman. "You've just naturally wore out yore welcome with me before everyou set down. I'll ask you to go right now."
"Here's your hat. What's your hurry?" murmured Kirby, by way ofquotation. "Sure I'll go. But don't get on the prod, Hull. I came tomake some remarks an' to ask a question. I'll not hurt you any.Haven't got smallpox or anything."
"I don't want you here. If the police knew you was here, they'd beliable to think we was talkin' about--about what happened upstairs."
"Then they would be right. That's exactly what we're gonna talk about."
"No, sir! I ain't got a word to say--not a word!" The big man showedsigns of panic.
"Then I'll say it." The dancing light died out of Kirby's eyes. Theybecame hard and steady as agates. "Who killed Cunningham, Hull?"
The fishy eyes of the man dodged. A startled oath escaped him. "Howdo I know?"
"Didn't you kill him?"
"Goddlemighty, no!" Hull dragged out the red bandanna and gave hisapoplectic face first aid. He mopped perspiration from the overlappingroll of fat above his collar. "I dunno a thing about it. Honest, Idon't. You got no right to talk to me thataway."
"You're a tub of iniquity, Hull. Also, you're a right poor liar. Youknow a lot about it. You were in my uncle's rooms just before I sawyou on the night of his death. You were seen there."
"W-w-who says so?" quavered the wretched man.
"You'll know who at the proper time. I'll tell you one thing. Itwon't look good for you that you held out all you know till it was ashowdown."
"I ain't holdin' out, I tell you. What business you got to come heredevilin' me, I'd like for to know?"
"I'm not devilin' you. I'm tellin' you to come through with what youknow, or you'll sure get in trouble. There's a witness against you.When he tells what he saw--"
"Shibo?" The word burst from the man's lips in spite of him.
Kirby did not bat a surprised eye. He went on quietly. "I'll not saywho. Except this. Shibo is not the only one who can tell enough toput you on trial for your life. If you didn't kill my uncle you'dbetter take my tip, Hull. Tell what you know. It'll be better foryou."
Mrs. Hull stood in the doorway, thin and sinister. The eyes in heryellow face took in the cattleman and passed to her husband. "What's_he_ doing here?" she asked, biting off her words sharply.
"I was askin' Mr. Hull if he knew who killed my uncle," explained Kirby.
Her eyes narrowed. "Maybe _you_ know," she retorted.
"Not yet. I'm tryin' to find out. Can you give me any help, Mrs.Hull?"
Their eyes crossed and fought it out.
"What do you want to know?" she demanded.
"I'd like to know what happened in my uncle's rooms when Mr. Hull wasup there--say about half-past nine, mebbe a little before or a littleafter."
"He claims to have a witness," Hull managed to get out from a drythroat.
"A witness of what?" snapped the woman.
"That--that I--was in Cunningham's rooms."
For an instant the woman quailed. A spasm of fear flashed over herface and was gone.
"He'll claim anything to get outa the hole he's in," she said dryly.Then, swiftly, her anger pounced on the Wyoming man. "You get outa myhouse. We don't have to stand yore impudence--an' what's more, wewon't. Do you hear? Get out, or I'll send for the police. I ain'tscared any of you."
The amateur detective got out. He had had the worst of the bout. Buthe had discovered one or two things. If he could get Olson to talk,and could separate the fat, flabby man from his flinty wife, it wouldnot be hard to frighten a confession from Hull of all he knew.Moreover, in his fear Hull had let slip one admission. Shibo, thelittle janitor, had some evidence against him. Hull knew it. Why wasShibo holding it back? The fat man had practically said that Shibo hadseen him come out of Cunningham's rooms, or at least that he was awitness he had been in the apartment. Yet he had withheld the factwhen he had been questioned by the police. Had Hull bribed him to keepquiet?
The cattleman found Shibo watering the lawn of the parking in front ofthe Paradox. According to his custom, he plunged abruptly into what hewanted to say. He had discovered that if a man is not given time toframe a defense, he is likely to give away something he had intended toconceal.
"Shibo, why did you hide from the police that Mr. Hull was in myuncle's rooms the night he was killed?"
The janitor shot one slant, startled glance at Kirby before the mask ofimpassivity wiped out expression from his eyes.
"You know heap lot about everything. You busy busy all like honey-bee.Me, I just janitor--mind own business."
"I wonder, now." Kirby's level gaze took the man in carefully. Was heas simple as he wanted to appear?
"No talk when not have anything to tell." Shibo moved the sprinkler toanother part of the lawn.
Kirby followed him. He had a capacity for patience.
"Did Mr. Hull ask you not to tell about him?"
Shibo said nothing, but he said it with indignant eloquence.
"Did he give you money not to tell? I don't want to go to the policewith this if I can help it, Shibo. Better come through to me."
"You go police an' say I know who make Mr. Cunningham dead?"
"If I have to."
The janitor had no more remarks to make. He lapsed into an angry,stubborn silence. For nearly half an hour Kirby stayed by his side.The cattleman asked questions. He suggested that, of course, thepolice would soon find out the facts after he went to them. He evenwent beyond his brief and implied that shortly Shibo would be occupyinga barred cell.
But the man from the Orient contributed no more to the talk.