"
"We'd better lock the door," urged the other, paying no heed to the
remark.
"All right. But, if you don't mind, I'll keep the key." He locked the
door and then turned toward Ernie, sudden comprehension in his face.
"Oh, you told him I came over with you. That explains it." Ernie
protested. He would have repeated the entire conversation that had
taken place if the Colonel had not stopped him with considerable
acerbity.
"You can talk that over afterwards," he said sharply. Ernie winced.
Grand did not observe the ugly gleam that flickered for an instant in
Dick Cronk's eyes. "I've got a proposition to make to you fellows."
"What has it got to do with Tom Braddock?" demanded Dick bluntly. He
sat on the edge of the table, one foot touching the floor.
The Colonel came to the point without delay.
"There's no sense in beating about the bush with you, I see," he
remarked. "I want to get this man Braddock out of the way for good and
all. He's a menace to me and I'm willing to pay to have him completely
blotted out. You fellows are out for the coin of the realm. You, Dick,
get it in dribs by plundering the unwary.
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