If you
refuse, I shall prosecute you for fraud and a betrayal of trust as my
father's executor on that red-cedar timber deal."
He brightened a trifle. "I'm afraid that would be a long, hard row to
hoe, my dear, and of course, I shall have to defend myself."
"In addition," the girl went on quietly, "the county grand jury shall
be furnished with a stenographic report of your conversation of
Thursday night with Mayor Poundstone. That will not be a long, hard
row to hoe, Uncle Seth, for in addition to the stenographer, I have
another very reliable witness, Judge Moore. Your casual disposal of
my sedan as a bribe to the Mayor will be hard to explain and rather
amusing, in view of the fact that Bryce Cardigan managed to frighten
Mr. Poundstone into returning the sedan while you were away. And if
that is not sufficient for my purposes, I have the sworn confession
of the Black Minorca that you gave him five hundred dollars to kill
Bryce Cardigan. Your woods-boss, Rondeau, will also swear that you
approached him with a proposition to do away with Bryce Cardigan. I
think, therefore, that you will readily see how impossible a
situation you have managed to create and will not disagree with me
when I suggest that it would be better for you to leave this county."
His face had gone gray and haggard.
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