He didn't have anything else to read, so
he took it a couple of weeks ago. I--I guess I'll ask him for it some
day soon. Oh, yes, there _is_ something I want to speak to you about,
Joey. A couple o' years ago I took out a life insurance policy in favor
of Ernie, and also an accident policy. I couldn't keep up the accident
one, but the other's paid up to next January. Maybe I won't have to pay
on it again. It's for five thousand. I want you to see that he gets the
money if--if I--well, you know. The policy is in the safe over at old
Isaac's pawnshop,--you know the place. I'll write and ask him to come
down and see me, and I'll tell him to give you the paper, if you don't
mind, Joey."
"Sure, Dick. I'll take charge of it. You're very good to Ernie, and
thoughtful, lad."
"Well, I guess I ought to be," remarked Dick dryly.
David from the first had been more or less certain that Dick was not
the one who shot Grand. He could not drive the ugly conviction from
his mind. It occurred to him at this juncture to put his theory to the
test, hoping to catch Dick off his guard.
"The police are now saying that you did not do the shooting, Dick.
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