"Yes."

"But it's rather late, isn't it? Ten years?"

"That's what makes it difficult."

There was another silence, during which she evidently made her decision.

"I have never said this before, except to Mr. Wasson. But I believe he

was here when Henry Livingstone died."

Her tone was mysterious, and Bassett stared at her.

"You don't think Livingstone was murdered!"

"No. He died of heart failure. There was an autopsy. But he had a bad

cut on his head. Of course, he may have fallen--Bill and Jake were away.

They'd driven some cattle out on the range. It was two days before he

was found, and it would have been longer if Mr. Wasson hadn't ridden out

to talk to him about buying. He found him dead in his bed, but there was

blood on the floor in the next room. I washed it up myself."

"Of course," she added, when Bassett maintained a puzzled silence, "I

may be all wrong. He might have fallen in the next room and dragged

himself to bed. But he was very neatly covered up."

"It's your idea, then, that this boy put him into the bed?"

"I don't know. He wasn't seen about the place. He's never been here

since. But the posse found a horse with the Livingstone brand, saddled,

dead in Dry River Canyon when it was looking for Judson Clark. Of

course, that was a month later. The men here, Bill and Jake, claimed it

had wandered off, but I've often wondered."

After a time Bassett got up and took his leave. He was confused and

irritated. Here, whether creditably or not, was Dick Livingstone

accounted for. There was a story there, probably, but not the story he

was after. This unknown had been at the ranch when Henry Livingstone

died, had perhaps been indirectly responsible for his death. He had,

witness the horse, fled after the thing happened. Later on, then, David

Livingstone had taken him into his family. That was all.

Except for that identification of Gregory's, and for the photograph of

Judson Clark.... For a moment he wondered if the two, Jud Clark and the

unknown, could be the same. But Dry River would have known Clark. That

couldn't be.

He almost ditched the car on his way back to Norada, so deeply was he

engrossed in thought.




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