Part 38 (1/2)

”We're movin' in,” Red answered casually for them all.

”How interesting. I think that the police will enjoy hearing that,” Val commented.

”It's perfectly legal,” bleated the lawyer. ”We possess a court order to view the place with the purpose of appraising it for sale.” He drew a stiff paper from the inside pocket of his coat and waved it toward the boy.

”Bunk! I don't know much about the law but I do know that you could have obtained nothing of the kind without our being notified. And just which one of you has been selected to do the appraising?”

”Him,” answered Red laconically and jerked his thumb at the Boss.

”So,” Jeems stared at him, ”since yo' couldn't git what yo' want by thievin' at night, yo're goin' to try and git it by day.”

”But what are you really after? I'm curious to know. You certainly don't want a sugar plantation which hasn't been paying its way since the Civil War. That just isn't reasonable. And you ought to know that we can't afford to buy you off. We must be living over a gold-mine that we haven't discovered. Come on, tell us where it is,” Val prodded.

”Cut the cackle,” advised Red, ”an' le's git down to it.”

”I would advise you to get back in your car and drive out.” Val wondered if his face looked as stiff as it felt. ”This visit isn't going to get you anywhere.”

”We ain't goin' any place, kid,” remarked the rival. ”You don't seem to understand. We're stayin' right here. I got rights and the judge has recognized them. I'm top guy here now.”

”Yeah. Yuh ain't so smart as yuh think yuh are,” contributed Red, scowling at Val. ”We ain't gonna leave.”

It wasn't Red's speech, however, that straightened the boy's back and made Jeems s.h.i.+ft his position an inch or two. There was another car coming up the drive. And since their enemies were all gathered before them, they could only be receiving friends, or at the worst neutrals.

But the car which came from between the live-oaks to park behind the first contained only two pa.s.sengers. LeFleur and Creighton got out, stopped in surprise to view the party on the terrace, and then came up, shoving by Red.

”Quite a party,” Val observed. ”But how did you manage to arrive so opportunely?”

”We have made a discovery,” panted the Creole lawyer; ”a very important discovery. What are these men doing here?”

”We got a court order to view this house for sale.” The rival was truculent. ”An' it's all legal. The mouthpiece says so,” he indicated his counselor.

”Perhaps,” Creighton's cool tones cut through, ”you had better introduce us.” There was a decided change in his manner. Gone was his shy nervousness, his slightly hesitant reserve. It was a keen business man who stood there now.

Val grinned. ”You see before you the family skeleton. May I introduce Mr. Ralestone, who firmly believes that he is the Ralestone of Pirate's Haven? And three other--shall we say gentlemen--whom I myself have never met formally. Though I did have the pleasure, I believe,” he addressed the Boss directly, ”of blackening your eye.”

”Yeah, I'm Ralestone, and I'm gonna have my rights,” stated the rival briskly.

”You are a descendant of Roderick Ralestone?” asked LeFleur.

”Yuh know I am. I got proofs!”

”The man is a liar,” Creighton said calmly.

As they stared at him, LeFleur nodded. Val saw an ugly grin begin to curve Red's thick lips.

”Yeah? An how do yuh know that, wise guy?” he asked.

”Because there is only one Roderick Ralestone in this generation and he is standing right there. Permit me to introduce Roderick St. Jean Ralestone!”

The person he turned to was Jeems!