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"You fellows make me laugh," he said grimly. "I am hardly idiot enough
to be taken in by that sort of old wives' tale. However, if that is
your story stick to it--but if you were to ever tell it in court, it
would take a jury about five minutes to bring in their verdict. Still
I see what you're up against--the death of this fellow means that you
are afraid now to leave Cavendish alive. If he ever appears again in
the flesh this New York murder will have to be accounted for. Is that
it?"
"It leaves us in an awkward position."
"All right. We understand each other then. Let's get to business.
You want me to help out in a sort of accident, I presume--a fall over a
cliff, or the premature discharge of blasting powder; these things are
quite common out here."
Neither Enright nor Beaton answered, but Lacy was in no way embarrassed
by their silence. He knew now he had the whip-hand.
"And to prevent any stir at this end, before you fellows get hold of
the stuff, you want me to call off my working gang and let Westcott
alone.


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