Chapter Thirty-Nine“I'm not really so sure about all this.”
The man behind the desk at the assayer's office sat with the claim forms set out before him, glasses perched on the end of his nose, tracing the words with the point of a sharp pencil.
“It's fairly straightforward,” said Dixon. “It's a simple transference.”
“I understand it may seem that way from your perspective, but since the recent trouble over this claim, we've taken a much more cautious approach.”
“But she's his daughter. Those two villains took the claim through deception and, when they were found out, they took your colleague's life.”
“Yes, and that of his family also.” The man sat back, eyes continuing to regard the papers. “I'll need her signature on every piece, and an independent witness.”
“Every piece?”
The man
