"
"Joey, we must prevent that!" exclaimed David, rising and beginning to
pace the floor. "There is time to stop him. Grand is not in the city.
We must get Braddock away. Think what it would mean to--to Christine
and her mother! Why, it's--"
"Brad ain't going to stop to think about 'ow it will affect them. He's
only got one idea in his 'ead. He'll 'ave it out with Mary beforehand,
if he gets the chance, but he won't do 'er bodily injury. He swears he
won't do that. He admits he's done 'er enough 'arm. Do you know wot he
told me?--and he cried like a baby when he told me, too. David, he
actually sold 'is wife to Bob Grand when he gave up the show."
"Good heaven, Joey!"
"He told me so 'isself, sitting right there. But he says he 'ad sunk
so low in them days, pushed along by Grand, that there wasn't anything
too mean for 'im to do. He told me he stole your pocket-book--and a
lot of other cruel nasty things he did besides. But he said it was
whiskey--and I believe 'im. You see, David, I knowed 'im when he was
as straight as a string, and a manly chap he was, too--even if 'is
father was an old scamp.
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