As he glanced wildly about him his eye caught a twinkle in the eyes of
McNabb. The color flooded his face in a surge of red, and his eyes
seemed to bulge with rage as he groped for words. "It's a damned lie!"
he cried. "A trick of McNabb's!" He turned upon the older man: "I
thought you took your defeat too easy, but you'll find you can't put
anything over on me! The deal stands--and we'll fight you to the last
court! If you've found some petty technicality in the contract, you
better forget it. We've gone ahead in good faith and spent a million.
We can employ as good lawyers as you can, and the courts won't stand
for any quibbling! It's a case for the equity courts."
Cameron smiled grimly. "I am a lawyer, and as such you will permit the
smile at your mention of the equity court. You would not be allowed to
enter its doors. For its first precept is: He who comes into equity
must come with clean hands. Are your hands clean? I think
not--neither your hands nor Orcutt's. But, the matter will never reach
the courts. There is no question of a technical error in the contract,
because there is no contract. The instrument I drew, and which was
signed by Orcutt and myself, has no legal existence. No valid contract
could have been drawn relative to the disposal of those lands until the
options held by Mr. McNabb had expired----"
"But they had expired!" cried Wentworth.
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