Angel in Exile Page #4

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I think he was in here yesterday...

on business...

His name's Dakin.

Charlie Dakin.

Dakin... Dakin...?

- I don't think I remember him.

- Pardon me...

I couldn't help overhearing...

I think I can take care of this, Frank.

That name seems familiar...

- Dakin, did you say?

- Yeah... that's right.

Tall fellow, dark... about 30 years old?

Yeah... that's the one.

You the law?

Oh, no... we're just pals of his.

In some trouble, is he?

Maybe.

What do you mean 'maybe'?

He stole something from us...

something big.

I thought maybe

that it was something like that.

You seem to know quite a lot

about this fellow Dakin.

No... I noticed him because

he seemed so nervous.

So upset.

Where is he?

That I couldn't say.

Is Dakin really a miner?

Is that what he told you?

He asked me about

mining operations...

...in Mexico.

I recall that because I thought

it was odd at the time.

He was on his way, he said,

to Mexico City.

Are you sure that's what he said?

Oh, yes... I recall that distinctly.

Thanks, friend...

Don't mention it.

I always like to do a stranger a favour.

He's lyin'.

- Of course he's lyin'.

- What do we do now?

We wait till Charlie comes in...

or junior there goes out to find him...

- Then we follow him.

- We can't make it in this car.

So, we'll trade it in for a car

that CAN make it.

What's up, Ernie?

Car comin'.

Get in the house.

Hello Mr Dakin.

Hello Mr Higgins.

I can see you've been working...

your hands are getting calloused.

Yeah... $100 worth of maintenance, you know.

You might offer me

a drink of water.

Yes, sure.

By the way, I told them at the office

where I was going.

They know I'm up here.

Thanks.

Not at all.

I suppose you're wondering

why I came up.

No... I've been expecting you.

Expecting me?

Why?

Because you're the nosey type,

Mr Higgins.

You want to know WHY

I claimed the Durango.

I think I know.

I know that Charles Dakin was released

from a California prison just a few days ago...

After serving a 5-year term

for manslaughter.

Go on.

I also know that your hiding out

from someone.

And that you're a thief.

Is that all?

Not quite.

I know WHAT you've stolen... and that's

the most important thing of all.

There's only one thing

you could've taken

that would have brought you

up here, Mr Dakin...

One thing.

Gold.

An immense amount of stolen gold.

I don't know how much you have...

But common sense tells me

you have it...

Here.

At the Durango.

What else does your common sense tell you,

Mr Higgins?

For instance...

Of course you know,

we'll have to kill you.

Kill me?

You don't understand...

I'm here to help you.

You need me.

Listen, Mr Dakin...

I'm not a fool...

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