"
"It's all rubbish, this talk of hanging," protested the other. "You're
too kind-hearted, Dick, to kill a fly."
"There'll be a rope around my guzzle some time, Davy, just as sure as
you're sittin' there," said Artful Dick, and, notwithstanding his
careless laugh, a perceptible gleam of terror showed in his eyes for
an instant. "But I'm wandering again. When I was up to Sing Sing I
tumbled to what was on Brad's mind. He thinks she turn him down for
Grand. The more he thought of it, the more full of the devil he got.
Just before I left the place he wrote me a long letter and slipped it
to me in a hunk of bread. He said he'd made up his mind to kill her
and Grand as soon as he got out. You can tell by a convict's looks
whether he's bluffin' or not. I tell you, Davy, I sees it in Brad's
face. He meant what he said. He's going to do it, as sure as fate. He
ain't got anything to live for and he ain't going to let the two of
'em live any longer than he does."
"And you say he's out? Dick, we must do something to prevent this
awful--"
"Sit down, Davy. You can't get a train till tomorrow. Besides, there's
time enough.
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