He laughed, ever so gently.
“I’m not figuring about that,” he answered. “But if I were you, and could get hold of the money to do it, I’d try and see this thing through; and,” he added, significantly, “I guess I’d hunt up some other lawyer than this Mr. Westcott.”
He met her gaze without hesitation.
“There’s some folks does say Westcott’s sharp,” she said, slowly. “Be you one of ’em?”
The man smiled, without speaking.
“I don’t believe it,” Kate Hallard mused. “He wouldn’t dare. Besides,” she added, after a little thought, “he’d a known he was fair skinnin’ me, and he was the one tried to see to it I had a little money out’n it. He wouldn’t a’ taken my last nickel.”
A strange look came into the man’s face. “Maybe he didn’t spend much time reflecting on that,” he said, slowly. “Anyway, if I were you I’d see about it, and I guess the money can be found.”
“You ain’t told me yet who you be,” Kate Hallard remarked, studying him narrowly.
“My name is Gabriel Gard.”
“Well, Mister Gabriel Gard,” she said, “I never hearn of you before, an’ I ain’t sure I understand as well ’s I wanter before I make any deals.”