CHAPTER XIIIA NECESSARY CRUELTY
Nick was on his feet in front of the cowering man, pointing one finger at him.
Montgomery merely writhed in his seat, but did not say a word.
“But that is not the worst,” went on the detective, mercilessly. “You know that your nephew, John Lansing, started for Boston on Monday night, by the Fall River boat.”
Nick drew back to the library table and picked up a book that lay there.
“You told Yasmar—or Ramsay, to give him his real name—that John Lansing was going to Boston to talk with Cooper and Bingham in the attempt to dissuade them from making that investment in the Royal Ophir mine.
“He took the same boat that Lansing boarded.
“At midnight, out in the Sound, they had a talk, angry words were passed, Ramsay struck Lansing on the head in a moment of p
