'You shouldn't be speaking ill of the dead, ' Edward told his wife.
'I'm speaking the truth, ' she argued.
'We'll let you get back to your job, ' Ryan said. 'Thanks for your
help.' Edward moved forward to let them out the front door. 'Do you
think you could get MacCorkle's wife to pay us for the two nights we
cleaned? ' 'I'll be happy to talk to her, but if she doesn't pay you,
I'll make sure the new manager does.' s Edward shook his head. 'If we
can be of any help catching those men who killed our friends, you let
us know, Marshal.'
'I'll do that, ' Ryan promised.
The marshals started down the boardwalk. 'Now what do we do? ' Cole
asked.
'Go back to the bank and box up all the papers from yesterday's
business. It won't take long.'
'Do you think the restaurant's still open? ' 'No, it's too late. Your
apple's going to have to do for the moment. I wish we could go talk to
those three women now, but I don't know where they live.'
'We can get the addresses from the sheriff as soon as he gets back with
his posse.'
'Yes, ' Ryan agreed.
They walked along in silence for several minutes, and then Cole said,
'At least we know the bag was left during the day of the robbery.
MacCorkle was a real sweetheart, wasn't he? ' 'You mean holding back
their wages if they didn't do a thorough job? ' 'Exactly, ' Cole
said.
'Why would a woman leave her purse behind? ' 'She must have been in a
panic.'
'If she was hiding in the kneehole, she saw the whole thing.
' 'Maybe she saw the whole thing, ' Ryan said. 'We should talk to the
man who sits at the desk.' He handed Cole the key to the front door of
the bank while he dug his notepad out again. After Cole had gone
inside and turned up the gas lamp, Ryan found what he was looking
for.
'His name's Lemont Morganstaff. We'll talk to him in the morning, ' he
said. 'He might know something about the bag.'
