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trying to extract a straight bit of folklore from herPolynesians, "stop gassing and tell me what lousy trickyou're up to now.,, Buck's face half shut; he looked pained.Charlie Flagler Junior gave me a curious look. I imaginedhim stretched out before me the way Rusty had been; asatisfying vision except, curiously enough, so complete waslast night's experience that any repetition of it would beredundant, even in fantasy. I have accomplished whatnature intended me to do and except for one last turn to thescrew, I am complete. "No lousy trick, Mrs. Breckinridge."The young lawyer wanted to appear grieved but thePolynesian face has only two expressions: joy andincomprehension. He looked quite stupid. "I simply mustrespect my client's wishes and defend his interests which inthis case are your claim to like half the value of thisWestwood property, due you as the alleged widow of hisnephew." "Alleged?" I was ready for battle. Joy filled thebrown Pacific face, as though a toasted breadfruit hadbeen offered him after a long swim with Dorothy Lamour."Alleged. The marriage certificate you gave us is an outand-outforgery." I was not as prepared to answer thischarge as I thought I would be. The game is now becomingmost tricky and dangerous. One false move and all willcome to a dead halt, like the ominously stationary tentimes-life-sizechorine outside my window. "Mr. CharlieFlagler Junior and you, Buck Loner, brother of Gertrude andcheerful thief, I am the heiress to half this property, and I amgoing to get it. So don't think for one moment you can holdout on me." "Honey, we're not trying to keep what's yours