He turned away, vaguely conscious that the newcomer was more to be
feared than Thomas Braddock himself. Instinctively the boy experienced
a singular, instantaneous aversion to this immaculate intruder.
"Get out!" he heard Braddock roar after him as he paused at the
partition to look once more at the stranger.
The man was bowing low before the straight, motionless figure of Mary
Braddock. Her chin was high in the air, and David could almost have
sworn that he saw her nostrils dilate.
From a place beyond the flap in the partition he surveyed this
disturbing visitor.
CHAPTER V
SOMETHING ABOUT THE BRADDOCKS
He was not long in supplying a reason for the sudden antipathy he felt
toward this man whom he had never seen before.
A somewhat prolonged study from the security of the dressing-room had
the effect of settling the aversion more firmly in his mind. In the
first place, the man's face was a peculiarly evil one. His dark eyes
were set quite close together under a bulging forehead. His eyebrows
were straw-colored, and so thin that they were almost invisible. A
broad, flat nose, with spreading nostrils, not unlike that of an
Ethiopian, gave to the upper part of his face a sheep-like expression.
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