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In which you would not have been wrong. The line between his eyes seemed to deepen as he turned from the group to join his wife in the "green room" of the tent. As the flap dropped behind him, Grinaldi turned to the boy, who had started to unlace the striped overshirt. "Wait a minute," he said quickly. "Mebbe we can fix it with 'im.
He came before long to laugh with them and to take their jibes as they were meant good-naturedly. Joey Grinaldi beamed with congratulation. He laid himself out to make the going easy for his "gentleman pardner," appreciating the vast distinction that lay between these men and the kind David had known all of his life. And David saw that he was trying to make it easy for him.
He was standing near when she leaped from the horse's back and skipped to the center of the ring to blow her final kisses to the multitude. It occurred to him all at once that he was staring at this wonderfully graceful, fairy-like little creature with the eyes of a delighted spectator and not as a clown. He guiltily looked for a reprimand from Grinaldi.
Joey Grinaldi has been a fav'rit clown in two hemispheres for forty years. Some day I'll show you the medals I got in London and Paris and but never mind now. You start right in this afternoon, doin' just wot I tells you. You'll be all right and them blokes as is 'untin' for you won't be able to twig you from sole leather. Wot say?" "I'll do just as you say," said David simply. "Good!
"How did she happen to marry " "No time for that now," said Grinaldi briskly. "Mebby I'll tell you about her some other time, not now. You'd better keep away from her and Christine for a couple of days. Brad will forget it in no time, 'specially if he thinks he can scrape some more o' that money out of you. Oh, he's a slick one. He's got 'is eye on that wad. Now, let's get down to business.
Perhaps, my boy, it is your entire fortune, who knows. The Jenison estate seems lost to you, cruelly enough. I am so very sorry." "I only want to think that none of you believe I committed the crime I am accused of," said David simply. "The money isn't anything." "We are not accusers," she said gravely. "Where is Brad?" demanded Grinaldi, his patience and diplomacy exhausted.
Without a word he slipped his hand into his shirt front and produced the flat purse. He handed it to her. "Good!" exclaimed Joey Grinaldi. The next instant David Jenison, aristocrat, was trudging dizzily toward the sawdust ring, his heart beating like mad, his knees trembling.
Blake and his friend back to the dressing-tent. "We'll see who's running this show," he declared, taking a fresh grip on the stake, and rolling the dangling cigar over and over between his teeth. "Hold on, Camp," said Grinaldi, checking the attendant with a gesture. "See 'ere, Tom," he went on earnestly, "wot's the reason you won't give this one an even chance with the others?"
"Get up," said Grinaldi, the clown, shaking him by the shoulder. "What are you doing here, boy?" The lad came quickly to his feet and would have rushed away into the darkness behind him had it not been for the restraining grip on his arm.
"How do you know, Grinaldi? How can you " "Because he says another person did it," said Grinaldi calmly. The woman turned to the boy once more. She seemed to be searching his soul with her intense gaze. "No," she murmured, after a moment, breathing deeply, "I am sure you did not commit murder. You poor, poor boy!"
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