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We never knew whether to believe this or not, though we had many times previously gone over Brad's calculation, by which he figured that he could sell at least three tons of fine-cut from one summer's produce.
At any rate, he took a second look at them out of the corner of his eye. "Brad's up to something," he thought. The smile he bestowed upon Ruby Noakes, who stood near by with several of the women, was all-enveloping. Ruby's dark eyes looked after him until his long, jaunty figure disappeared in the darkness. "Too bad he's a thie what he is," ventured the Iron-jawed Woman pityingly.
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.
If Doble isn't a killer, I've never met one." "I've got a fool notion that he ain't aimin' to kill him; that maybe he wants to help Steelman bust him so as he can turn the screws on him and get Miss Joyce. Dug must 'a' been makin' money fast in Brad's company. He's on the inside." Dave made no comment.
I put him on to Brad's bad talk, and he promised to keep a sharp lookout for him. At that time Mrs. Braddock was livin' in London, but Joey didn't know it. I found out later on through Ernie. He got her whereabouts by pumpin' a coachman who worked for her father, old man Portman.
Brad's article on "A Prisoned Millionaire" more than equaled Philip's expectations. No such "story" had appeared in the city press in a long time.
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. There won't be anything said about Brad's original intentions. I hope Christine I should say Mrs. Jenison is well. I know she must be happy."
"Onfriendly!" drawled Bob, leaning back against the step and letting a smoke ring curl up. "Well, tha's a good, nice parlor word. Yes, I reckon you could call them onfriendly." Presently he went on, in explanation: "Brad's goin' to put Crawford down and out if it can be done by hook or crook. He's a big man in the country now. We haven't been lucky, like he has.
It slid gracefully forward, dropped over the head of Brad, and was instantly jerked tight. Keller vaulted across the table, and flung himself upon the struggling man. Brad's arms were entangled in the rope, but one leg shot out and hurled back the nester. But before he could free himself from the taut loop his prisoner was upon him again and had borne him to the ground.
"About eight o'clock last night, Mr. Healy," returned the prisoner, eying him coolly. "And of course I knew it would be a surprise to you when you learned it." "Expecting to stay long with him?" "He seems right hospitable, but I don't reckon I'll outstay my welcome." Healy laughed, with mockery and not amusement. "Brad's such a pressing host there's no telling when he'll let you go."
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