CHAPTER VI
TWO HATS ON A RACK
One casual remark of Mackenzie had given Kate a clew. Even before she hadexplained it, Curly caught the point and began to dig for the truth. Forthough he was almost a boy, the others leaned on him with the expectationthat in the absence of Maloney he would take the lead. Before theyseparated for the night he made Mackenzie go over every detail he couldremember of the meeting between Cullison and Fendrick at the Round-UpClub. This was the last time the two men had been seen together in public,and he felt it important that he should know just what had taken place.
In the morning he and Kate had a talk with his uncle on the same subject.Not content with this, he made the whole party adjourn to the club roomsso that he might see exactly where Luck had sat and the different placesthe sheepman had stood from the time he entered until the poker playersleft.
Together Billie Mackenzie and Alec Flandrau dramatized the scene for theyoung people. Mac personated the sheepman, came into the room, hung up hishat, lounged over to the poker table, said his little piece as well as hecould remember it, and passed into the next room. Flandrau, Senior, takingthe role of Cullison, presently got up, lifted his hat from the rack, andwent to the door.
With excitement trembling in her voice, the girl asked an eager question."Were their hats side by side like that on adjoining pegs?"
Billie turned a puzzled face to his friend. "How about that, Alec?"
"That's how I remember it."
"Same here, my notion is."
"Both gray hats?" Curly cut in.
His uncle looked helplessly at the other man. "Can't be sure of that.Luck's was gray all right."
"Cass wore a gray hat too, seems to me," Mackenzie contributed, scratchinghis gray hair.
"Did Father hesitate at all about which one to take?"
"No-o. I don't reckon he did. He had turned to ask me if I wascoming--wasn't looking at the hats at all."
Curly looked at Kate and nodded. "I reckon we know how Cass got Mr.Cullison's hat. It was left on the rack."
"How do you mean?" his uncle asked.
"Don't you see?" the girl explained, her eyes shining with excitement."Father took the wrong hat. You know how absent-minded he is sometimes."
Mackenzie slapped his knee. "I'll bet a stack of blues you've guessedit."
"There's a way to make sure," Curly said.
"I don't get you."
"Fendrick couldn't wear Mr. Cullison's hat around without the risk ofsomeone remembering it later. What would he do then?"
Kate beamed. "Buy another at the nearest store."
"That would be my guess. And the nearest store is the New York Emporium.We've got to find out whether he did buy one there on Tuesday some timeafter nine o'clock in the morning."
The girl's eyes were sparkling. She bustled with businesslike energy."I'll go and ask right away."
"Don't you think we'd better let Uncle Alec find out? He's not so likelyto stir up curiosity," Curly suggested.
"That's right. Let me earn my board and keep," the owner of the Map ofTexas volunteered.
Within a quarter of an hour Alec Flandrau joined the others at the hotel.He was beaming like a schoolboy who has been given an unexpected holiday.
"You kids are right at the head of the class in the detective game. Cassbought a brown hat, about 9:30 in the mo'ning. Paid five dollars for it.Wouldn't let them deliver the old one but took it with him in a papersack."
With her lieutenants flanking her Kate went straight to the office of thesheriff. Bolt heard the story out and considered it thoughtfully.
"You win, Miss Cullison. You haven't proved Fendrick caused your father'sdisappearance by foul play, and you haven't proved he committed therobbery. Point of fact I don't think he did either one. But it certainlylooks like he may possibly have manufactured evidence."
Curly snorted scornfully. "You're letting your friend down easy, Mr. Bolt.By his own story he was on the ground a minute after the robbery tookplace. How do we know he wasn't there a minute before? For if he didn'tknow the hold-up was going to occur why did he bring Mr. Cullison's hatwith him punctured so neatly with bullet holes?"
"I'll bet a thousand dollars he is at the bottom of this whole thing,"Mackenzie added angrily.
The sheriff flushed. "You gentlemen are entitled to your opinions just asI'm entitled to mine. You haven't even proved he took Mr. Cullison's hat;you've merely showed he may have done it."
"We've given you a motive and some evidence. How much more do you want?"Curly demanded.
"Hold your hawses a while, Flandrau, and look at this thing reasonable.You're all prejudiced for Cullison and against Fendrick. Talk aboutevidence! There's ten times as much against your friend as there isagainst Cass."
"Then you'll not arrest Fendrick?"
"When you give me good reason to do it," Bolt returned doggedly.
"That's all right, Mr. Sheriff. Now we know where you stand," Flandrau,Senior, said stiffly.
The harassed official mopped his face with a bandanna. "Sho! You all makeme tired. I'm not Fendrick's friend while I'm in this office any more thanI'm Luck's, But I've got to use my judgment, ain't I?"
The four adjourned to meet at the Del Mar for a discussion of ways andmeans.
"We'll keep a watch on Fendrick--see where he goes, who he talks to, whathe does. Maybe he'll make a break and give himself away," Curly saidhopefully.
"But my father--we must rescue him first."
"As soon as we find where he is. Me, I'm right hopeful all's well withhim. Killing him wouldn't help Cass any, because you and Sam would proveup on the claim. But if he could hold your father a prisoner and get himto sign a relinquishment to him he would be in a fine position."
"But Father wouldn't sign. He ought to know that."
"Not through fear your father wouldn't. But if Fendrick could get at himsome way he might put down his John Hancock. With this trouble of Samstill unsettled and the Tin Cup hold-up to be pulled off he might sign."
"If we could only have Fendrick arrested--"
"What good would that do? If he's guilty he wouldn't talk. And if he isholding your father somewhere in the hills it would only be serving noticethat we were getting warm. No, I'm for a still hunt. Let Cass ride aroundand meet his partners in this deal. We'll keep an eye on him all right."
"Maybe you're right," Kate admitted with a sigh.