The detective was puzzled.
"Where do you stop, Mr. Keene?"
"At the Golden Lion."
"Good hotel; but I would like to have you accompany me home. I would talk
of the late crime at Ridgewood. I notice that a large reward has been
offered for the perpetrator."
"It seems so."
"Of course you will strive to win the reward."
"Certainly."
The two men were now walking away from the vicinity of the saloon.
"This is the hardest part of the city," said Bordine. "It's seldom that I
come this way."
"What called you here to-night?"
The detective was suspicious now of the man, and had his revolver
convenient to his hand.
"Well, simply because I saw a fellow coming this way that I recognized.
The man entered that saloon. You see I brood continually over the murder
of poor Victoria Vane."
"Yes; that is natural enough."
"Is it? I suppose it's because I was connected with it in such a way."
"You connected with the murder?"
Sile Keene seemed to think his companion was about to make a full
confession, for he almost stopped in his walk to stare at the face of
Bordine.
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