"
The smile suddenly disappeared from Brown's face.
"That fellow Curly always was a liar," he said.
Enoch shrugged his shoulders. "You should be a good judge of liars,
Brown. Curly told me that Mr. Fowler was his brother-in-law's partner."
Fowler spoke, his face drawn. "Spare me that story, Mr. Huntingdon, I
beg of you."
"Did you beg Brown to spare me?" demanded Enoch, sternly.
"Pshaw!" exclaimed Brown, "that is old stuff. It couldn't be proved
that we had anything to do with it."
"No?" queried Enoch. "What would you say to my taking the fund left
Judge Smith by Curly and employing a first-class lawyer and a detective
to go on the trail of those mis-appropriated funds?" Brown did not
answer and Enoch went on: "Curly's idea was to get even with Fowler.
It was, in fact, a type of mania with him. He told me that for years
he had been in possession of facts concerning certain doings of Brown
and Fowler in Mexico, which if they were properly blazed across the
country would utterly ruin both of them. He wanted to put me in
possession of those facts."
Suddenly Fowler rose and went to stand at a window, his back to the
group around the Secretary's desk. Enoch continued, clearly and firmly:
"I could scarcely believe my good fortune.
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