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But I want to play her a lone hand." "I am afraid I wouldn't be interested in that sort of project," said Maison. The thought that Maison would be interested not publicly, but privately made Sanderson grin. The grin angered Maison; he arose smiling coldly. "I am sorry to have taken your time, Mr. Bransford," he said, dismissing his visitor. Sanderson did not give up.
"There's time for that after we've settled with Dale," he told the girl gruffly. Dale had recovered; he sneered. "It's easy enough to make a claim like that, but it's another thing to prove it. How in hell do we know you're Bill Bransford?" Sanderson's smile was maddening. "I ain't aimin' to prove nothin' to you!" he said.
I wouldn't want to be caught in a disguise. At any rate, I will be in Chicago or Bransford some day next week." At the railway station Jim Gillis maneuvered the ancient model to unload the metal and clothing at the Denver platform. Davy purchased a ticket for Chicago. Welborn's read "to Denver and return."
He made a gesture of futility. "I reckon I'll let you do the plannin' after this." "All right," said Silverthorn, mollified. "Have you set Morley on Barney Owen?" "Owen was goin' right strong a few minutes after this Bransford guy left him," grinned Dale. "All right," said Silverthorn, "go ahead the way we planned it. But don't have our friend killed."
"I ain't sayin'," said Sanderson. "Well," declared Dale, "Barney Owen is Will Bransford. The night Morley got him drunk we went the limit with Owen, an' he talked enough to make me suspicious. That's why I sent to Tombstone to find out how he looked. We had the evidence to show the court at Las Vegas. We was goin' to prove you wasn't young Bransford, an' then we was goin' to put Owen out of the "
Dale had heard the story of the trouble between Bransford and his son, Will; it was the old tale of father and son not agreeing, and of the son leaving home, aggrieved. Dale had made it his business to inquire often about the son, and when one day Bransford told him he had received a letter from his boy, Dale betrayed such interest that the elder Bransford had permitted him to read the letter.
Dale still had the letter, and because of his pretended friendship for the father he had been able to insinuate himself into Mary's good graces. He had advised Mary to write to her brother, and he had seen the letter from the younger Bransford in which the latter had told his sister that he would return.
"When old Bransford showed me the letter that you took away from me, I knew Will Bransford was in Tombstone; an' when Mary sent that thousand to him I set a friend of mine Gary Miller onto him. Gary an' two of his friends salivated young Bransford, but he turned up, later, minus the money, in Tombstone. Another friend of mine sent me word an' a description of him. Barney Owen is Bransford.
He stood for a time looking at the package of letters, bitterly accusing himself. It was his own fault if the whole structure of deception tumbled about his ears, for he should have taken the letter when he had had an opportunity. Mary Bransford had it, of course. The other letters, he supposed, she cared less for than the one written by her brother.
At breakfast the next morning she asked him what he had discovered at Las Vegas. He looked straight at her. "There is no record of your birth," he said. She paled. "Then Dale has grounds for his suspicion," she said in a weak voice. "Because your birth was not recorded is no sign you are not a Bransford," he said.
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