"
True to his promise, the Colonel called on Judge Moore bright and
early the following morning. "Act Three of that little business drama
entitled 'The Valley of the Giants,' my dear Judge," he announced
pleasantly. "I play the lead in this act. You remember me, I hope. I
played a bit in Act Two."
"In so far as my information goes, sir, you've been cut out of the
cast in Act Three. I don't seem to find any lines for you to speak."
"One line, Judge, one little line. What profit does your client want
on that quarter-section?"
"That quarter-section is not in the market, Colonel. When it is, I'll
send for you, since you're the only logical prospect should my client
decide to sell. And remembering how you butted in on politics in this
county last fall and provided a slush-fund to beat me and place a
crook on the Superior Court bench, in order to give you an edge in
the many suits you are always filing or having filed against you, I
rise to remark that you have about ten split seconds in which to
disappear from my office. If you linger longer, I'll start throwing
paper-weights." And as if to emphasize his remark, the Judge's hand
closed over one of the articles in question.
The Colonel withdrew with what dignity he could muster.
CHAPTER XXI
Upon his return from the office that night, Bryce Cardigan found his
father had left his bed and was seated before the library fire.
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