"And you have the papers to make them effective?"
Broffin handed her a large envelope, unsealed. "You'll find 'em in there. That part of it was a cinch. Your governor ought to fire that man Murray. He was payin' Clancy in checks!"
Again Miss Grierson nodded.
"About the other matter?" she inquired. "Have you heard from your messenger?"
Broffin produced another envelope. It had been through the mails and bore the Duluth postmark.
"Affidavits was the best we could do there," he said. "My man worked it to go with MacFarland as the driver of the rig. They saw some mighty fine timber, but it happened to be on the wrong side of the St. Louis County line. He's a tolerably careful man, and he verified the landmarks."
"Affidavits will do," was the even-toned rejoinder. Then: "These papers are all in duplicate?"
"Everything in pairs—just as you ordered."
Miss Grierson took an embroidered chamois-skin money-book from her bosom and began to open it. Broffin raised his hand.
"Not any more," he objected. "You overpaid me that first evening in front of the Winnebago."