"
"That may be. He'd be too foxy to do that. He's cached it somewhere in
the mountains, most likely."
"How was the woman killed?"
"She was strangled by a cord."
"What was her name?"
"Helen Mowbray."
"What sort of a woman was she?"
"She was a mystery to most the folks at Rodeo, an' all over the
mountains, for that matter. Nobody knew where she came from. She didn't
mix much with the folks, but lived in a swell house, what she had built
for herself, with only two servants, a Japanese man and woman."
"Was she rich?"
"Said to be. Had interests in a good many mines, an' owned the Cristobal
Turquoise Mine."
"Anybody ever learn where her mail came from?"
"Yes, she frequently got letters from England, and occasionally sent
large drafts to a bank in London to her credit."
"How do you know this?"
"Early this morning, when the crime was discovered, and every one was
talking about it, Mr. Rossington, the banker, told that much to a crowd
at the hotel."
"Had she any particular friend in Rodeo?"
"Only Farnsworth, who came to the town at intervals and put up at the
hotel. When he was in town he generally spent an hour or two at her
house in the afternoon or evening, and then faded away as mysteriously
as he came."
"Did he appear to be in love with her?"
"All I know about that is what I have heard since Miss Mowbray's death.
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