There is somebody connected with this scheme higher up--a master
criminal."
Miss Donovan was no fool; newspaper work had taught her to suspect men of
intellect, and that nothing, however wicked, low or depraved, was beyond
them.
"Enright!" she said definitely. "Obviously now. I've thought so from
the first. But always he worked so carefully, so guardedly, that
sometimes I have doubted. But now I say without qualifications--Enright,
smooth Mr. Enright, late of New York."
"That's my bet," Westcott agreed, his hand on her shoulder, forgetful of
his intense earnestness, "Enright is the only one who could do it, and he
has schemed so as to get John into a hole where he dare not emit a sound,
no matter what they do to him. Do you see? If the boy breathes a
suspicion he'll be indicted for murder. If they can only succeed in
keeping Frederick safely out of sight until after the court awards the
property to his heir, they can milk John at their leisure. It's a
lawyer's graft, all right."
"Then Frederick may be confined not far away?"
"Likely enough; it's wild country.
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