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said some idiot was shooting firearms off in the green
here awhile ago. Where was John Haig?"
"A good question. It was Barnum, an accidental
shot apparently."
"The man's dangerous. I want him charged."
"I'm afraid I'm in a bit of—"
Miss Dingley nudged Ransom toward her with her
cane. "Don't fly off. Haven't said what I came to yet."
The banker smiled. Except for the pallid flush of a
sleepless night, he looked, as always, perfectly fit and
perfectly polite. "What can I do for you?"
"Not sure." She poked her cane tip at his chest and
he stepped back. "What's going on out north of the
marshland near the pond?"
A twitch flicked against his will in the corner of
Ransom's mouth. "Excuse me?"
"Your grandfather Bredforet's land."
"What's the matter with it?"
"Asking you, Ernie." The old woman's cold hawk
eyes held his as though he were a squirrel. "There's a
military base up there."
Ransom stared at her. "There's a government