Do you know what I'd do if I was taken suddenly rich? Well, I'd
hire you, at your own price, to give all your time to breaking two men,
Fowler and Brown."
"Easy now, Curly!" Mack spoke soothingly. "Don't get het up. What's
the use?"
"I'm not het up. I want to get the Judge's opinion of the matter."
"Go ahead. I'm much interested," said Enoch.
"By Brown, I mean the fellow that owns the newspapers. When my brother
and Fowler were in law together--"
"You should make an explanation right there," interrupted Mack. "You
said all lawyers was crooks."
"My brother Harry was straight and I've just given my opinion of Smith
here. I never liked Fowler, but he had great personal charm and Harry
never would take any of my warnings about him. Brown was a
short-legged Eastern college boy who worked on the local paper for his
health. How he and Fowler ever met up, I don't know, but they did, and
the law office was Brown's chief hang-out. Now all three of 'em were
as poor as this desert. Nobody was paying much for law in Arizona in
those days. Our guns was our lawyers. But by some fluke, Harry was
made trustee of a big estate--a smelting plant that had been left to a
kid. After a few years, the courts called for an accounting, and it
turned out that my brother was short about a hundred thousand dollars.
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