"
"I've got to take it, so what's the use kicking? I'm going to get out
of the business. My wife's against me. Everybody is. Damn them all!"
Colonel Grand knew quite well that Mrs. Braddock, as the man's wife,
could interpose legal objections to the transfer, but he was not
really buying Tom's interest in the show; he was deliberately paying
him to desert his wife and child. That was the sum and substance of
it. Braddock was not so drugged with liquor that he could not
appreciate that side of the transaction quite as fully as the other.
Down in his besotted soul there lurked the hope that some day, in the
long run, through the wife whom he was selling so basely, he might
succeed in obtaining the upper hand of Bob Grand, and crush him as he
was being crushed!
"It will be a week before the currency can get here from Baltimore. I
refuse to draw on my banker in the regular way. This money, being
evil, must come from an evil source. My dealers will send it from the
'place.' Now, again, you understand that I can put you in the
penitentiary if you go back on your word. You _did_ take the boy's
money out of the dressing-tent.
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