It was tied up with a heavy
piece of string.
"Do you mean to tell me that you've got five hundred dollars in
there?" demanded Braddock incredulously.
David felt without seeing the look that went through the crowd. He
knew, by some strange mental process, that they were condemning him,
that they were drawing away from him. He was bewildered. Then suddenly
he understood. It came like a blow. Something rushed up into his
throat and choked him.
They took this money to be the profits of murder! The spoils of a
dreadful sin!
Speechless, he turned to Mrs. Braddock. There was no mistaking the
look of pain and distress in her dark eyes. There were doubt and
wonder there, too. It seemed to him that she shrank back a step;
although, as a matter of fact, she remained as motionless as a statue.
Christine was glowing upon him in grateful amazement, unutterable
relief in her gaze. To her, it meant only that he was rich and could
save himself. It did not occur to her that he had come by the riches
dishonestly, nor was she at once conscious of a feeling that her
father would do wrong to accept the tribute.
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