Then we can put our heads together and see if there isn't some
way to beat this combination."
"Could you spot the preacher, do you reckon?" asked Ford more calmly.
"I could--if he didn't see us coming," Rock admitted guardedly. "Name of
Sanderson, I believe. I've seen him around Garbin. He could tell--he
must have some record of it; but would he?"
"Don't you know, even, why she came and glommed onto me like that?"
Ford's face was as anxious as his tone.
"Only what you told me, confidentially, in a corner afterwards," said
Rock regretfully. "Maybe you told it straight, and maybe you didn't;
there's no banking on a man's imagination when he's soused. But the way
you told it to me was this:
"You said the girl told you that she was working for some queer old
party--an old lady with lots of dough; and she made her will and give
her money all to some institution--hospital or some darned thing, I
forget just what, or else you didn't say. Only, if this girl would marry
her son within a certain time, he could have the wad. Seems the son was
something of a high-roller, and the old lady knew he'd blow it in, if it
was turned over to him without any ballast, like; and the girl was
supposed to be the ballast, to hold him steady.
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