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Updated: June 12, 2025
The rest of you scatter and keep your eyes peeled. There's trickery afoot. Judge Lindman didn't go to Dry Bottom the agent says he's sure of that because he saw every man that's got aboard a train here within the last twenty-four hours and Judge Lindman wasn't among them! Levins was, though; he left on the one-thirty this morning and got back on the six-o'clock, tonight."
He dressed and went down to the street, to find Gieger and another deputy sitting on their horses in front of the hotel with Judge Lindman, drooping from his long vigil, between them. Corrigan grinned scornfully at the Judge. "Clever, eh?" he sneered. He spoke softly, for the dawn was not far away, and he knew that a voice carries resonantly at that hour. "I don't understand you!"
"And if you say the word, I'll go there and see what I can do. It's an outrage!" "I was hoping you'd go there's no limit," said Trevison. "But as I see the situation, everything depends upon the discovery of the original record. I'm convinced that it is still in existence, and that Judge Lindman knows where it is. I'm going to get it, or " "Easy, my friend," cautioned the Judge.
Being the only lawyer in Dry Bottom, until the coming of Judge Lindman, I have had occasion many times to consult the record you speak of, and if my memory serves me well, I have noted several times quite casually, of course, since I have never been directly concerned with the records of the land in your vicinity that several transfers of title to the original Midland grant have been recorded.
"There have been times during the past few weeks when I doubted it, very much. It is America, though, but it is a part of America that the average American sees little of that he knows little of. As little, let us say, as he knows of the weird application of its laws as applied by some judges." He smiled as Lindman winced.
Over in the courthouse, Judge Lindman took from a drawer in his desk a thin ledger a duplicate of the one he had shown Corrigan and going to the rear of the room opened the door of an iron safe and stuck the ledger out of sight under a mass of legal papers. When Marchmont left Corrigan he went straight to the Plaza, where he ordered a lunch and ate heartily.
I shall be away from Manti for about two weeks, I think. During my absence any pending litigation must be postponed, of course." The letter was signed by Judge Lindman, and postmarked "Dry Bottom." Corrigan got up after a while and stuffed the letter into a pocket. He went out, and when he returned, Braman had gone out also to supper, Corrigan surmised.
He would go to the pueblo, take Judge Lindman and the record to Santa Fe, and then return to Manti for a last meeting with Corrigan.
"It isn't regular, Mr. Corrigan," he had said; "no one except a legally authorized person has the right to look over those books." "We'll say that I am legally authorized, then," grinned Corrigan. The look in his eyes was one of amused contempt. "It isn't the only irregular thing you have done, Lindman."
Corrigan stopped at his office in the bank, nodding curtly to Braman. Shortly afterward he got up and went to the courthouse. He had ordered Judge Lindman to issue a warrant for Carson the previous morning, and had intended to see that it was served. But a press of other matters had occupied his attention until late in the night. He tried the front door of the courthouse, to find it locked.
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