If I am to be dragged into court, so must others."
Bob stood thoughtful for a moment.
"I guess that's all," said he, and walked out.
As the door closed behind him, Baker reached forward to touch one of
several buttons. To the uniformed messenger who appeared he snapped out
the one word, "Oldham!" A moment later the land agent stood before the
wide mahogany desk.
"Orde has just been here," stated Baker crisply. "He wanted to know if I
intended to jail Welton on that old bribery charge. I told him I did."
"How did he take it?"
"As near as I can tell he is getting obstinate. You claimed very
confidently you could head off his testimony. Up to date you haven't
accomplished much. Make good."
"I'll head him off," stated Oldham grimly, "or put him where he belongs.
I've saved a little persuasion until all the rest had failed."
"How?"
"That I'll tell you in time, but not now. But I don't mind telling you
that I've no reason to love this Orde--or any other Orde--and I intend
to get even with him on my own account. It's a personal and private
matter, but I have a club that will keep him.
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