"Oh, I see; he was his heir; and you had him fixed?"
"We had him where he couldn't squeal, and have yet. That was Miss La Rue's part of the game. But, as I was saying, there was a quarrel and the uncle suddenly decided to draw up a will, practically cutting John out entirely."
"Hell! Some joke that!"
"There was where luck came to our help. He employed me to draw the will, and told me he planned to leave the city for some time. As soon as I could I told the others over the phone, and we got busy."
Lacy struck his knee with his hand, and burst into a laugh.
"So, he simply disappeared! Your idea was that an accident might happen, and our friend Beaton here took the same train to render any necessary assistance."
"No," said Enright frankly, "murder wasn't part of our plan; it's too risky. We had other means for getting this money—legally."
Lacy stared incredulous.
"And there hasn't been no killin'?"
Enright shook his head.