"
"Thot's simple enough. A few lines in the bookkeeping awffice con
involidate the deed."
"One or two words, Mr. Lamb, and I have done; the quicker you answer,
the sooner Miss Du Plessis' decision is reached. Do you represent the
commissioner, the minister?"
"Well, not exoctly."
"Were you sent by his deputy, the head of the department?"
"Not the head exoctly."
"Is the name of the man, for whom your friend wants to expropriate Miss
Du Plessis' land, called Rawdon, Altamont Rawdon?"
"How did you know thot? Ore you one of the deportment outriggers?"
"No; I have nothing to do with any kind of dirty work. You go back, and
tell your man, first, that Rawdon is dead, and that in life he was a
notorious criminal; second, that Miss Du Plessis' land has been
devastated by the fire in which he perished; and, third, that if he, or
you, or any other contemptible swindler, moves a finger in this
direction, either above board or below, I'll have you up for foul
conspiracy, and make the department only too happy to send you about
your business to save its reputation before the country.
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