"The devil's to pay in another direction, Dick,"
he said. "Bob Grand 'as 'eard that Brad's out and that he's been
'anging around his 'otel, nasty-like. Who should come to my 'ouse in a
cab at nine o'clock to-night but Bob Grand 'isself. He finds me alone,
Ruby being off with 'er young man. When I sees who is coming up my
steps, I almost keels over. The first words he says took my breath
away. I was getting ready to kick 'im into the gutter when he puts a
check on my leg, curious-like, by remarking that he's looking for Tom
Braddock. He came to arsk me where he could be found. I told 'im I
didn't know, and, if I did, I'd be hanged if I'd tell 'im. We 'ad some
pretty sharp words, you may believe. But he took all the impudence out
of me by announcing most plainly that he understood Brad wanted to
kill 'im and that I'd best 'ave a care how I acted, because my 'ouse
was being watched by secret service men. There was a lot more, but I
'aven't time to tell you. The upshot of it is, he's going to 'ave Brad
nabbed and put where he can't do any 'arm. And, see 'ere, Dick, I
don't want to be mixed up in this business.
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