"
"Then she looks like that African gazelle we had with Van Slye's! Poor
girl!"
"I don't like her," said David. Then he related his experience with
the young woman. His hearers were disgusted but not surprised.
"They're all alike," commented Joey. "They're bad, them Grands--
father, mother and daughter. First one, then the other tried to bribe
me and Ruby. I sometimes believe the wife's as bad as he is, only in a
different way."
They were still seated at the table, discussing the Grands, when a
heavy knock came at the front door.
"Who can that be?" said Joey, glancing at his daughter, who was
suddenly quiet. The knock was repeated before Millie was instructed to
go to the door.
She admitted some one, after a moment's parley. The husky, low-toned
voice of a man came to the ears of those in the dining-room. As Joey
arose to investigate, the maid came in.
"It's the same man who was 'ere yesterday, Mr. Noakes. He says as he's
'ungry."
"Braddock," said Joey in a half whisper.
The man was standing just inside the front door; his dim figure was
silhouetted red against the narrow, colored glass window in the
casement.
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