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He also robbed the safe in the bank, and killed Braman choked him to death. A most revolting murder. I'm sorry I disturbed you good night." The girl closed the door as he left it, and leaned against it, weak and shaking. Corrigan's voice had a curious note in it. He had told her he was sorry to have disturbed her, but the words had not rung true there had been too much satisfaction in them.
There is no such record?" The Judge saw Corrigan's amused grin, and surmised that J. C. was merely playing with him. "No," he said, with some bitterness. "Then of course you are going to stand with Mr. Corrigan against the present claimants?" "I presume so." "H'm," said J. C. "If there is any doubt about it, perhaps I had better remind you " The Judge groaned in agony of spirit.
He stiffened at this, for it corroborated Corrigan's words: "She is heart and soul with me in this deal, She is ambitious." Trevison's lips curled scornfully. First, Hester Keyes had been ambitious, and now it was Rosalind Benham. He fought off the bitter resentment that filled him and raised his head, laughing, glossing over the hurt with savage humor.
"It was not my quarrel," he said, looking at her narrowly, his brows contracted. "Law is all right where everybody accepts it as a governor to their actions. I accept it when it deals fairly with me when it's just. Certain rights are mine, and I'll fight for them. This situation was brought on by Corrigan's obstinacy.
When the banker came in an hour later, Corrigan was still seated at his desk. The banker smiled at him, and Corrigan motioned to him. Corrigan's voice was silky. "Where were you last night, Braman?" The banker's face whitened; his thoughts became confused, but instantly cleared when he observed from the expression of the big man's face that the question was, apparently, a casual one.
He knew it was his guilt that had done it guilt and perhaps a dread of Corrigan's rage if he should learn of his duplicity. But that word "lately"! If it had been uttered with any sort of an accent he might have been suspicious. But it had come with the bantering ring of the others, with no hint of special significance. And Braman was reassured. "Yes, I'm going out."
As he fell he saw Corrigan's eyes brighten, and he twisted sideways to escape a heavy blow that Corrigan aimed at him. He only partially evaded it it struck him glancingly, a little to the left of the chin, stunning him, and he fell awkwardly, his left arm doubling under him. The agonizing pain that shot through the arm as he crumpled to the floor told him that it had been broken at the wrist.
Braman went again to the glass, Corrigan standing silently behind him. Standing before the glass, the banker was seized with a repetition of the sickening fear that had oppressed him at Corrigan's words upon his entrance. It seemed to him that there was a sinister significance behind Corrigan's present silence. A tension came between them, portentous of evil. Braman shivered, but the silence held.
She's very clever, Trevison; she's deep, and more than a match for you in wits. Fight, if you like, you'll get no sympathy there." Trevison's faith in Miss Benham had received a shock; Corrigan's words had not killed it, however. "You're a liar!" he said. Corrigan flushed, but smiled icily. "How many people know that you have coal on your land, Trevison?"
Corrigan's face turned white. Norcross had to lean against the corner of the table to keep from falling. Ted easily opened the lock of the box, and threw it open. "You left me to hold the bag, did you?" he asked of the astounded conspirators. "Well, what do you think of these for snipe?" The room was as quiet as a church. "Gentlemen, you are all under arrest. Boys, get into your saddles.
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