And you'd
better understand, now, once for all, just exactly what I've outlined
for myself--so you can steer clear of the territory I operate in." He
clasped his blunt fingers and leaned forward, projecting his whole body,
thick legs curled under; but his close-set eyes still looked past
Ruthven.
"I need a little backing," he said, "but I can get along without it. And
what I'm going to do is to marry Miss Orchil. Now you know; now you
understand. I don't care a damn about the Erroll boy; and I think I'll
discount right now any intentions of any married man to bother Miss
Orchil after some Dakota decree frees him from the woman whom he's
driven into an asylum."
Ruthven looked at him curiously:
"So that is discounted, is it?"
"I think so," nodded Neergard. "I don't think that man will try to
obtain a divorce until I say the word."
"Oh! Why not?"
"Because of my knowledge concerning that man's crooked methods in
obtaining for me certain options that meant ruin to his own country
club," said Neergard coolly.
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