Which is more than you could say for Brad. Mrs.
Braddock, through her father and a firm of lawyers, had forced old
Colonel Dough-face to fork over a big wad of greenbacks. Her share in
the show, you understand. Brad heard of it in some way. So he
concludes he'll get in his little graft. He goes to the Colonel's
rooms in a hotel on Broadway, but misses him. Then he lays for him on
the street. They have it hot and heavy, back and forth, and it all
ends with the Colonel puttin' over a job on Brad that lands him in the
cooler. Charge of highway robbery. Brad gets three years in the pen.
I'll say this for him, though; I'm dead sure he wasn't guilty."
Dick paused to relight his pipe.
David was trembling with eagerness. "What did he have to say of Mrs.
Braddock and Christine? I am interested only in them, Dick."
"He's up a tree regardin' them. They never peeped, so far as he's
concerned. He never heard from them after they dusted that time. Of
course, he thinks it was a put-up job, that gag of the Colonel's,
payin' her all that money. He argues that it was all understood
between 'em, and that it wasn't a squeeze on her part.
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