Angel in Exile Page #5

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I know the problems you've faced.

What in the world could you do

with the gold...

when there's a law against owning it?

You could claim a mine...

Get hold of a gold-mine...

Take your own gold

out of your own property...

and let the government

pay you for it.

How do YOU fit in to all this,

Mr Higgins?

But there are things

you don't know about mining.

For instance...

Have you ever heard of a little thing

called "Form TG19".

No?

It's an affidavit.

A statement that every miner

has to make...

before he can get one penny

from the mint.

Here... listen to this part...

The gold referred to herein was obtained

by mining or panning...

...and no part thereof has been held

by this depositor...

.. in non-compliance of the Act of march 1933

No part of such gold has ever entered

into monetary or industrial use.

Every single deposit of 5 gross ounces or more

has to be sworn to, Mr Dakin.

And do you know who

has to countersign it?

An examiner... a notary public...

Me.

And they trust me, Mr Dakin.

With ME checking your gold in,

you'll be perfectly safe.

Think of it THAT way.

One half of what you get.

For safety.

Safety?

Well, I'll be as interested in seeing

you succeed in this thing as you are.

Then... everything's settled?

Seems that way, doesn't it?

Thanks.

You're a very reasonable man.

But then, one must be reasonable,

when there's so much involved.

You probably have at least $50,000.

You're $950,000 off, Mr Higgins.

A million!?

Why the reward alone would

probably set a man up for life.

Maybe at least $100,000.

I didn't... I mean... no...

I wouldn't do a thing like that.

I understand, Mr Higgins.

I picked up a little sample...

Thought it might come in handy

for an assay report.

Or do we need that?

No... definitely not.

The last thing in the world you want...

...is for a professional assayer

to go over this stuff.

Why, it's absolutely dynamite

in this form, Mr Dakin.

Any government expert could tell

it didn't come from the Durango.

That's why you have to mill it up here.

A little at a time.

Run it over mercury,

and recover it in a retort.

That way it will be in amalgam form,

and hard to trace.

Probably be able to send the amalgam

direst to the mint.

There'll be no need for it to go

through anybody else's hands.

And no lumps... pulverize this stuff

before you salt it.

Incidentally, I'd better hire a couple of men

for you when I go back.

I'll take care of that myself.

It's entirely up to you,

of course...

But I could save you

a trip to town.

I don't have to go to town.

Ever heard of a little place called San Gabriel...

up there in the hills?

San Gabriel?...

Yes, seems to me I have.

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