He knew something of
men himself. And on the night that Maison and Sanderson had come to
him, he thought he had seen in Sanderson's eyes a cold menace, a
threat, that meant nothing less than death for the banker, if the
latter had refused to write the bill of sale.
For, of course, the judge knew that the banker was being forced to make
out the bill of sale. He knew that from the cold determination and
alert watchfulness in Sanderson's eyes; he saw it in the white
nervousness of the banker.
And yet it was not his business to interfere, or to refuse to attest
the signatures of the men. He had asked Maison to take the oath, and
the banker had taken it.
Thus it seemed he had entered into the contract in good faith. If he
had not, and there was something wrong about the deal, Maison had
recourse to the law, and the judge would have aided him.
But nothing had come of it; Maison had said nothing, had lodged no
complaint.
But the judge had kept the case in mind.
Late in the afternoon of the day on which Dale had organized the posse
to go to the Double A, Judge Graney sat at his desk in the courtroom.
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