"I'll make a bargain with you."
"What?" asked McGuire helplessly.
"If I get the confession from Kennedy, you give Beth Cameron the money I ask for."
"No publicity?"
"None. I give you my word on it."
"Well," muttered the old man, "I guess it's coming to her. I'll see." He paused helplessly. "A million dollars! That's a big sum to get together. A big price—but not too big to clear this load off my conscience."
"Good. I'm glad you see it in this way."
The old man turned shrewdly. "But I've got to have the proofs——"
"Very well. If you're honest in your intentions you'll help me confirm the evidence."
"Yes," said the other slowly. "I'll do what I can."