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Colonel Grand was in a quandary. He was not afraid of the Braddocks,
but he was distinctly alarmed over the intervention and attitude of
David Jenison. That aggressive, determined young man had made a threat
which struck something like terror to his heart. The more he thought
of it, the more insistent became the conviction that Jenison held the
whip hand over him. It was not altogether incomprehensible, this
amazing turn of affairs. He _had_ drawn a revolver, and he had put
himself in a decidedly uncomfortable position, with at least four
witnesses against him, three of whom he could not hope to buy off in
case of an inquiry.
His first thought on driving away from the Portman house was to rush
over to the nearest police station and set the officers of the law on
the track of the man he feared and hated, in the hope that he might
forestall any action on Jenison's part. On second thoughts, he decided
that it would be wiser to make haste slowly. He was in the unhappy
position of having to consider his own daughter as one of the
witnesses. His brain was working rapidly despite the fact that his
daughter was doing all in her power to distract it by an unrestrained
flow of invective against--not the Braddocks, but David Jenison!
To her surprise and subsequent rage he suddenly broke in with the
announcement that she was to take the first afternoon train out of the
city.
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