But he was a fighter all over, and he
still saw a chance to pull things through.
He wasted no words on Peggy. "Go and get Mick to come here," he
said, and Mick, still somewhat lopsided about the face from his
accident, was soon in the room.
"Mick," said Blake, "your sister has told me something very important
that ought to have been told me before. It's no good crying over
spilt milk. There's still a chance. If Peggy and Martin tell the
same story they told me at first, they will win the case. This
Keogh must be dead, or too frightened to show up. If you stick to
your story you will win. It's a million of money. Will you chance
it?"
"What about the sertiffykit?" said Mick.
"Leave that to me," said Blake. "I'll see to that. I suppose no
one knows the rights of this but you and Peggy!"
"Never a soul."
"Well, it's a million of money. Will you chance it?"
Mick and his sister rose. "We'll go on wid the case," said Mick.
"But supposin' Keogh turns up--"
"You've got to take chances in this life," said Blake, "if you're
after a million that doesn't belong to you. Will you chance it?
Share and share alike?"
"A million," said Mick. "Of course we'll go on wid the case. I daresay
William Grant took the name of Keogh that day he was married," and
with this ingenious suggestion Mick took his sister home, leaving
Blake alone in the office.
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