He sleeps till
noon," she answered mechanically.
"Umph!" he grunted, resuming his walk.
"Tom," she said, taking a firm grasp on her nerves, "let us talk it
over quietly. Sit down."
He halted. "I can talk better standing," he said grimly. He came up
close to her. She stood her ground, looking him squarely in the eyes.
"There isn't much to say, Mary. You know me for what I am, and you
know who made me so. He's got to pay, that's all. We won't go into the
past. It's not easily forgotten. I guess we remember everything."
"Everything," she said.
"I'm not excusing myself. I'm past that, and besides it wouldn't go
down with you. You know where I've been, and you must give me credit
for trying to shield Christine a little bit. I took my medicine, and
nobody but you and Grand knew that her father was up there until now,
excepting Dick. I want to say to you, Mary, I was railroaded for a
crime I didn't commit. I was jobbed. He was at the back of it. He was
afraid of me--and well he might have been. I did a lot of rotten
things while you and I were ploddin' along through those last two
years with the show--you know what they were.
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