David's wits worked quickly. It may have been that he was inspired.
Instead of attempting to grasp or disarm Colonel Grand, he decided to
let the situation take care of itself for the moment. Neither of the
men could make a move to attack the other.
"Here, I say!" gasped the Colonel. "He can shoot me down like a dog.
Stop him, Jenison! Don't you see I can't protect myself?"
David took advantage of the knowledge that Braddock was unarmed.
"Colonel Grand," he cried out sharply, "if you attempt to kill that
man I'll see that you suffer for it."
"But, damn it, he is here to kill me! I have the right to kill in
self-defense if--"
"Then why doesn't he kill you? He has you in his power. He is not here
to attack you. That must be plain, even to you. Mr. Braddock has come
to see his wife before leaving the city."
He caught the cunning gleam in Tom Braddock's eyes. His heart gave a
great bound of relief. The man was not so mad as to court certain
death by attacking his enemy under the present conditions. Christine's
father was perfectly cool; he was absolute master of himself. Nothing
could be farther from the mind of Thomas Braddock than the desire to
be shot by Robert Grand.
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