"How dare you come here,
Colonel Grand? Go!"
He stopped, raised his hat, shrugged his shoulders in a deprecating
manner, and then quickly lifted his free hand to check the approach of
the young man who was ominously near at hand.
"I fancy it will be best for all concerned if we avoid tableaux.
Still, I will go away if you see fit to send me--"
"I do see fit! Go!"
Roberta Grand was staring at the speaker from the bottom of the steps.
"Don't haggle with her, father," she cried venomously. "Bring her to
time!"
"You have met my daughter, Mrs. Braddock?" said Grand in his most
suave manner. "What are you looking at, Jenison?" he demanded,
suddenly noting the young man's frozen stare, directed down the
street.
David passed his hand over his damp brow and turned to look helplessly
into Mary Braddock's face.
Tom Braddock was standing across the street at the corner below,
clutching a lamp-post for support. He was staring with wide open eyes
at the group on the steps.
CHAPTER VII
TOM BRADDOCK'S PROMISE
She had seen Braddock turn the corner. Her eyes were closed now, as if
to shut out the disaster that must rush down upon them in the next
instant; her thrumming ears waited for the sound of running footsteps
and the crack of a revolver.
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