Tangled Trails A Western Detective Story

woman was powdering her nose. Lane interrup

pertly, and pressed a button

wder-puff again. "Says to come r

two beyond thirty, with thinning hair on the top of his head. His eyes in repose were hard and chill.

g, hand outstretched. "Glad to meet you, Cousin Kirby. Wh

a half ago. How

iends. Let me see. I haven't seen you

It was when my fath

staying? Eat lunch with me to-morrow

fine," agr

n do for you i

t to see Un

brown as Wyoming, expressed a pungent personality back of which was dynamic force. What did Lane want with his uncle? They had quarreled. His cous

interfere in your friendship with him. All I need is his address and

ed. He laughed. "Aren't you in bad enough

n account. There's a

rupted Kirby. A young m

oung exquisite, dark-ey

e by one of the best

e knew how

his cousin Jack. After a few moments of talk the br

enver to meet Uncle James," he explained to his

n his cousin. He waited for further inf

ined a young girl in his office. She practically admits that he's the man. I happen to be

that young man's eyes surprised him. There were astonishment, i

His face was grave. "T

What is the name o

ve it-except to Un

I saw him throw a man down the stairs yesterday. Picked the fellow up at the foot

of a reputation has Uncle James in this way? Have you e

't," James s

ly a moral man," he said flippantly. "His idea

most easily? At his

e told me he was going. Don't know whether he expects to get back

see him there rather

sant time with the ol

o be a champion of dame

kerous old brute. I'

attleman left. He knew from the fidgety manner of Jack that he had s