David sat on a trunk, holding a wet towel to his red, swollen cheek.
He had been steadied by the advice of these good friends, all of whom
urged him for the sake of others to attempt no violent return for the
blow Braddock had given him. Never was mortal so sore at heart as he,
but he read wisdom in their argument.
"He ain't responsible," said Joey, putting the whole of his summing up
in a single phrase.
The great news had finally found a clear lodgment in David's brain. He
had listened to the reading of the newspaper story by Ruby Noakes. It
was now very plain to him that his present vicissitudes were at an
end. The joy and relief that filled his soul were counterbalanced to
some extent by the fact that Mrs. Braddock and Christine had not come
up to congratulate him. He could not understand this and was hurt.
It is not necessary to repeat the newspaper account in full. The
sensational story took up columns in the paper; the history of the
case was repeated from the murder of old Mr. Jenison to the final
tragedy. Considerable space and speculation were given to the unhappy
accusation of the grandson, who had disappeared as if from the face of
the earth.
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