"That feller'll be as rich as the devil some day, if he keeps on,"
said one of the group.
That was the mild form of opprobrium that followed Artful Dick into
the shadows. As he passed by the Braddocks and David, he doffed his
derby gallantly. To this knowing chap there was something significant
in the dreary, half-hearted smile that the mother and daughter gave
him. At any rate, he took a second look at them out of the corner of
his eye.
"Brad's up to something," he thought.
The smile he bestowed upon Ruby Noakes, who stood near by with several
of the women, was all-enveloping. Ruby's dark eyes looked after him
until his long, jaunty figure disappeared in the darkness.
"Too bad he's a thie--what he is," ventured the Iron-jawed Woman
pityingly. She addressed the reflection to Ruby, who started and then
positively glared at the speaker.
David escorted Mrs. Braddock and Christine to the hotel, where he also
was to "put up" under the new dispensation. They had but little to say
to each other. A deep sense of restraint had fallen upon them. He
understood and appreciated their lack of interest in anything but
their own unexpressed thoughts.
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