"How long since you had seen him prior to your visit to Denver this
time?"

"Three years."

"What were your relations with him?"

The coroner interposed. "You need answer no questions tending to
incriminate you, Mr. Lane."

A sardonic smile rested on the rough rider's lean, brown face. "Our
relations were not friendly," he said quietly.

A ripple of excitement swept the benches.

"What was the cause of the bad feeling between you?"

"A few years ago my father fell into financial difficulties. He was
faced with bankruptcy. Cunningham not only refused to help him, but
was the hardest of his creditors. He hounded him to the time of my
father's death a few months later. His death was due to a breakdown
caused by intense worry."

"You felt that Mr. Cunningham ought to have helped him?"

"My father helped him when he was young. What my uncle did was the
grossest ingratitude."

"You resented it."