"Judge," asked Curly, "how about you and me having our conflab right
after dinner?"
"That will suit me," replied Enoch, "if you can drag yourself from
Agnew and poker that long."
"I'll make a superhuman effort," returned Curly.
The conference, which took place under the cedar near the Ida, did not
last long.
"Curly," said Enoch, lighting his pipe, "I haven't made up my mind yet,
whether I want you to give me the information about Fowler and Brown or
not."
"What's the difficulty?" demanded Curly.
"Well, there's a number of personal reasons that I don't like to go
into. But I've a suggestion to make. You say you're trying to get
money together with which to retain a lawyer and carry out a campaign,
so you aren't in a hurry, anyway. Now you write down in a letter all
that you know about the two men, and send the letter to me, I'll treat
it as absolutely confidential, and will return the material to you
without reading it if I decide not to use it."
Curly puffed thoughtfully at his cigarette. "That's fair enough,
Judge. As you say there's no great hurry and I always get het up,
anyhow, when I talk about it. I'd better put it down in cool black and
white. Where can I reach you?"
"No. 814 Blank Avenue, Washington, D.
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