"They are the teeth of my city," said Brimstead in a low voice. "I've
drawed 'em out. They ain't goin' to bite me no more."
"They are the towers and steeples of El Dorado," Samson laughed. "Have
any of the notes been paid?"
"Not one and I can't get a word from my broker about the men who drew the
notes--who they are or where they are."
"I'm going to Chicago and if you wish I'll try to find him and see what
he says."
"That's just what I wish," said Brimstead. "His name is Lionel Davis. His
address is 14 South Water Street. He put the opium in our pipes here in
Tazewell County. It was his favorite county. He spent two days with us
here. I sold him all the land I had on the river shore and he gave me his
note for it."
"If you'll let me take the note I'll see what can be done to get the
money," Samson answered.
"Say, I'll tell ye," Brimstead went on. "It's for five thousand dollars
and I don't suppose it's worth the paper it was wrote on. You take it
and if you find it's no good you lose it just as careful as you can.
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