"I ain't actin' in this case till that woman swears she seen what she claims to have seen." "She'll swear to it," said Warden, confidently.

"Meantime, I'd advise you to have a talk with Keller.

Ask him who brought Della Wharton to the hotel, and what time she got there." Warden smiled.

"I'll see you later, Sheriff." Warden went to his office; and, after a time, Moreton strode slowly to the Willets Hotel, where for a long time he talked with Keller.
When Moreton emerged from the hotel after the talk with Keller his brows were furrowed and his lips were in a pout.

He spent most of the day sitting in his office, glaring moodily out into the street; and when he heard the east-bound train rumble in late in the afternoon he drew a deep breath and got up, muttering lowly: "It looks mighty like it--for a fact.