Now what have you got to say?"
"Merely, that, as you're not Davenport, neither are you entitled to it."
"But I was only supposin'. I don't admit that Davenport was entitled
to it. Ordinary law's good enough for me. I just wanted to show you
where you stand, you not bein' Davenport, even if he had a right to
that money."
"Suppose Davenport had given me the money?"
"Then you'd have to restore it, as it wasn't lawfully his."
"But you can't prove that I have it, to restore."
"If I can establish any sort of connection between you and Davenport, I
can cause your affairs to be thoroughly looked into," retorted Bagley.
"But you can't establish that connection, any more than you can convince
anybody that I'm Murray Davenport."
Bagley was fiercely silent, taking in a deep breath for the cooling of
his rage. He was a man who saw whole vistas of probability in a moment,
and who was correspondingly quick in making decisions.
"We're at a deadlock," said he. "You're a clever boy, Dav,--or Turl, I
might as well call you. I know the game's against me, and Turl you shall
be from now on, for all I've ever got to say. I did swear this evening to
make it hot for you, but I'm not as hot myself now as I was at that
moment. I'll give up the idea of causing trouble for you over that money;
but the money itself I must have."
"Do you need it badly?" asked Turl.
"_Need_ it!" cried Bagley, scorning the imputation. "Not me! The loss of
it would never touch me.
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