VI - OUT OF THE WEST––––––––
A BOMB dropped from an airplane could scarcely have caused greater excitement among the audience. Every eye in the room followed the tall young figure, as Kane Landon strode to the table behind which the coroner sat. That worthy official looked as if he had suddenly been bereft of all intelligence as well as power of speech. In fact, he sat and looked at the man before him, with such an alarmed expression, that one might almost have thought he was the culprit, and the new witness the accusing judge.
But Mr. Berg pulled himself together, and began his perfunctory questions.
“You are Kane Landon?”
“Yes.”
“Related to Mr. Trowbridge?”
“I am the nephew of his wife, who died many years ago.”
“Where do you live?”
“For the last five years I have lived in Denver
