I know you hate
Colonel Grand. I know he is a bad man. His new interest in this show
is the outgrowth of an old one."
She started. Her eyes were full upon his face.
"You are not likely to know any more peace or happiness here. Why
don't you give it up? Why don't you leave the show? Why--"
"David," she said, laying her hand on his arm, "you don't know what
you are saying."
"You could go back to your father," he went on ruthlessly. "I know it
would be all right. He would not--"
She interrupted him quickly.
"Who has been talking to you of my affairs?"
He bit his lip. "Why, I--well, Joey Grinaldi. He is your best, truest
friend. He told me all--"
Christine was leaning forward, peering past him at her mother's
averted face. The girl's clutch on his arm tightened perceptibly.
"Mother," she said wonderingly, "what does he mean? Isn't--isn't your
father dead? What is it that Joey Noakes has told you, David?"
David realized and was dumb with a sort of consternation. Mrs.
Braddock hesitated for a moment, and then said to him, drear despair
in her voice:
"Poor David! You don't know what you have done.
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