My man saw you."
"I don't see why you hired a canvasman to watch me," growled the
other, pouring another drink. "Mighty cheap work, Bob Grand."
"I always go on the principle that it isn't safe to have business
dealings with a man until you know all that is to be found out about
him. In your case I had to choose my own way of finding out."
"I'll knock off a couple of hundred if you'll tell me the name of that
sneaking--"
"You need the two hundred more than I do, Brad," said Grand with
infinite sarcasm--and finality.
"Well, I'm a Jonah in the show business. I guess it's the best thing I
can do to get out of it. You'll do the right thing by Mary and--and--"
he swallowed hard, casting a half glance at the other out of his
bleary eyes--"and the young 'un. They'll get what's coming to them,
Bob?"
"Certainly."
"I wouldn't sell out like this if--if Mary had acted decent by me," he
said, trying to justify his action. He was congratulating himself that
he had sold her out before she had the chance to sell him out. He
closed his eyes to the real transaction involved in the deal. It gave
him some secret satisfaction, however, to contemplate the futility of
Colonel Grand's designs upon Mary Braddock.
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