"Murdoch's Hoard."
"I haven't had time to find out."
"O.K. So tell us how to make this thing run."
"I'll be psyched if I do."
"You'll be dead if you do not," warned Benj.
"Some day, you stinker, I'll take the satisfaction of killing you."
"I'll never give you cause," sneered Benj.
"Stealing my identity is plenty of cause."
"You won't take satisfaction on that," taunted Benj. "Because you'd have to call me and I'll accept battle with beams."
Cal considered. Normally, he would have been glad to demonstrate to anyone the secret of the Key. But he would have died before he told Benj the time of day. But another consideration came. The Key was worthless—and less valuable would be the vast treasures of Murdoch's Hoard. Why not give him the Key and let him go hunting for the useless stuff?