Shucks!" he added, leaving the door and coming back a little way
into the room; "I expect I'm excited. I come near forgettin'. It's
about the idol an' the money an' the ranch. I don't want any of them.
They're yours. You've earned them an' you deserve them. Go to Las
Vegas an' petition the court to turn the property over to you; tell the
judge I flunked on the specifications."
"I don't want your property," she said in a strange voice.
"You've got to take it," he returned, with a quick look at her.
"Here"--he drew a piece of paper and a short pencil from an inside
pocket of his vest, and, walking to the table, wrote quickly, giving
her the paper.
"I herewith renounce all claim to my father's property," it read; "I
refuse the conditions of the will."
It was signed with his name. While he stood watching her, she tore the
paper to small bits, scattering them on the floor.
"I think," she said, regarding him fixedly, "that you are not exactly
chivalrous in leaving me this way; that you are more concerned over
your own safety than over mine. What do you suppose will happen when
the Taggarts discover that you have gone and that I am here alone?"
His eyes glinted with hatred. "The Taggarts," he laughed. "Did you
think I was going to let them off so easy? I'm charged with one
murder, ain't I? Well, after tonight there won't be any Taggarts to
bother anybody.
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