He went on: 

“Besides, Zindorf, you can have the money, it’ll mean more to you.  But it’s the girl I want.”

He stood up and in his anxiety the effect of the liquor faded out.

“I’ve waited on your promise, Zindorf.  You said that some day, when Ordez was hard-pressed he would sell her for money, even if she was his natural daughter.  You were right; you knew Ordez.  You have got an assignment of all the slaves in possession, in the partnership, and Ordez has cleared out of the country.  I know what you paid for his half-interest in this business, it’s set out in the assignment.  It was three thousand dollars.

“Think of it, man, three thousand dollars to Ordez for a wholesale, omnibus assignment of everything.  An elastic legal note of an assignment that you can stretch to include this girl along with the half-dozen other slaves that you have on hand here; and I offer you ten thousand dollars for the girl alone!”

One could see how the repetition of the sum in gold affected Zindorf.

He had the love of money in that dominating control that the Apostle spoke of.  But the elegant young man was moved by a lure no less potent.  And his anxiety, for the time, suppressed the evidences of liquor.

“I’ll take the risk on the title, Zindorf.  You and Ordez were partners in this traffic.  Ordez gives you a general assignment of all slaves on hand for three thousand dollars and lights out of the country.  He leaves his daughter here among the others.  And this general assignment can be construed to include her.  Her mother was a slave and that brings her within the law.  We know precisely who her mother was, and all about it.  You looked it up and my lawyer, Mr. Cable, looked it up.  Her mother was the octoroon woman, Suzanne, owned by old Judge Marquette in New Orleans.

“There may have been some sort of church marriage, but there’s no legal record, Cable says.

“The woman belonged to Marquette, and under the law the girl is a slave.  You got a paper title out of Marquette’s executors, privily, years ago.  Now you have this indefinite assignment by Ordez.  He’s gone to the Spanish Islands, or the devil, or both.  And if Mr. Pendleton can draw a deed of sale that will stand in the courts between us, I’ll take the risk on the validity of my title.”

He paused.

“The law’s sound on slaves, Judge Madison has a dozen himself, not all black either; not three-eighths black!” and he laughed.

Then he turned to my father.

“Mr. Pendleton,” he said, “I persuaded Zindorf to send for you to draw up this deed of sale.  I have no confidence in the little practicing tricksters at the county seat.  They take a fee and, with premeditation, write a word or phrase into the contract that leaves it open for a suit at law.”

He made a courteous bow, accompanied by a dancing master’s gesture.

“I do not offend you with the offer of a fee, but I present my gratitude for the conspicuous courtesy, and I indicate the service to the commonwealth of legal papers in form and court proof.  May I hope, Sir, that you will not deny us the benefit of your highly distinguished service.”