He had no idea that his quest would reveal anything of importance relative to the death of Coolidge, yet no better suggestion occurred to him and he felt that he must do something.

His conversation with Sexton had greatly strengthened his conviction that this was a murder, and he had determined to ferret out the truth if possible.

Yet, thus far there was nothing to build upon, no clue, no motive, no suspicion as to who had perpetrated the deed.

He simply faced a blank wall, in which no entrance was apparent, yet there must be one, if he was only fortunate enough to stumble upon it.

Deep down in his heart West was conscious that he possessed a motive in this search far more worthy than mere curiosity.