ight
ultimately lead to his arrest.

"He had one other nephew."

"Living in Denver?"

"No."

"Where?"

"Somewhere in Wyoming, I think. We do not correspond."

"Do you know if he is there now?"

The witness dodged. "He lives there, I think."

"Do you happen to know where he is at the present moment?"

"Yes." The monosyllable fell reluctantly.

"Where?"

"In Denver."

"Not in this court-room?"

"Yes."

"What is the gentleman's name, Mr. Cunningham?"

"Kirby Lane."

"Will you point him out?"

James did so.

The lawyer faced the crowded benches. "I'll ask Mr. Lane to step
forward and take a seat near the front. I may want to ask him a few
questions later."

Kirby rose and came forward.

"To your knowledge, Mr. Cunningham, had your uncle any enemies?" asked
the attorney, continuing his examination.

"He was a man of positive opinions. Necessarily there were people who
did not like him."

"Active enemies?"

"In a business sense, yes."

"But not in a personal sense?"

"I do not know of any. He may have had them. In going through his
desk at the office I found a letter. Here it is."

The fat little coroner bustled forward, took the letter, and read it.
He handed it to one of the jury. It was read and passed around. The
letter was the one the promoter had received from the Dry Valley
rancher threatening his life if he ever appeared again in that part of
the country.

"I notice that the letter is postmarked Denver," Cunningham suggested.
"Whoever mailed it must have been in the city at the time."

"That's very important," the prosecuting attorney said. "Have you
communicated the information to the police?"

"Yes."

"You do not know who wrote the letter?"

"I do not."

The coroner put the tips of his fingers and thumbs together and
balanced on the balls of his feet. "Do you happen to know the name of
the lady with whom your uncle had an appointment on the night of his
death at his rooms?"

"No," answered the witness curtly.

"When was the last time you saw the deceased alive?"

"About three o'clock on the day before that of his death."

"Anything occur at that time throwing any light on what subsequently
occurred?"

"Nothing whatever."

"Very good, Mr. Cunningham. You may be excused, if Mr. Johns is
through with you, unless some member of the jury has a question he
would like to ask."

One of the jury had. He was a dried-out wisp of a man wrinkled like a
wi