"Anyhow, I intend to deed over to him—"
"The sum of fifty thousand dollars," interrupted Bristol. "All the rest of your property, real and personal, you will transfer to Susana Maxton, without reserve—"
"He will do nothing of the kind!" asserted one of the lawyers. "There is a law in the land, sir, and—"
"And he will do as he pleases, eh?"
"It is forced."
"Ask him if it is."
"It is my will," avowed the cutthroat. "You will draw up papers according to my dictation, gentlemen."
That settled the point. The papers were duly drawn and signed and attested, and the second move in the great game had been made successfully. But, there was another yet to follow.
It was night, and a man was softly stealing his way out of Powder Pocket.