"
Dick laughed merrily. "There you go! Always thinkin' of yourself. I've
always heard that Englishmen haven't got any feelings."
"Well, they 'ave," was Joey's retort.
"Say, David, what's the latest news from Brad?" He listened with great
interest to David's brief recital. "Good for Brad!" he exclaimed. "I
always said he'd come out clean if he had a chance. I say, Mrs. Brad's
a brick. She'll bring him around, see if she don't. He ain't a natural
crook, Brad ain't. He's got a conscience and he can't get away from
that. No man's a real crook who has a conscience. I've got my own
definition of the word 'conscience': a mental funeral with only one
mourner. Say, kid, I guess I saved your father-in-law's neck when I
plugged old Grand--"
"Dick, don't breathe that, I implore you," cried David. "He had
promised Mrs. Braddock that he'd go away. It can do no good to drag
him into all this."
"Well," said Dick reflectively, "I guess you'd better ask Mr. Prull
about that. He knows all the facts."
"I beg your pardon, Dick. I'm sorry I spoke so quickly."
"It's all right, kid. No harm done. Don't worry.
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