“How so?”
“Look here, Martin Laurie. You might as well be open and straight-forward; for I know you as well as you know yourself. You expect to rescue the girl, and to have the fingering of old Robinette’s money.”
“You may think what you please about it. Suppose that what you say were true, how would it affect you?”
“More than you may think. I might hinder or help you as I chose. You don’t want to tell me your plans; but you will have to do it. The Scotch are very keen; but they are no sharper than the Yankees. I can tell you that you will never touch the old man’s money-bags, unless you change your plans.”
“You are only trying to pump me, Jake Farnsworth.”
“I am not. I am speaking for your own interest. I know what I am saying; for I have the will.”
“The will! What will?”
“Paul Robinette’s will.”
“The deuce! I didn’t know that he left a will.”
“I have one copy, and the other copy is in St. Louis.”