Grant was no hero. But common sense told him it would be dangerous io get excited. So he sat quietly and forced a faint smile.
"Thats an ambitious idea," he murmured. "But look—won' you sit down for a moment?"
"You don't have to give me that stuff, Grant" The little man waved a trembling hand. "I changed my mind as soon as I saw you. You're old, and time will take care of you quick enough. I don't have to kill you."
"Thanks, but I don't quite understand. Who are you—and what have I done to you?"
The sneer became exaggerated.
"My name," said the little man, "is Henry Brown. Remember me?"
"Oh, you're the father of the little Brown pointed an accusing finger.
"—That you hit with your automobile. Yes. That's me.
"Indeed!" Grant suddenly lost his aplomb. "I felt very badly about that. Really. It all happened so quickly, I—"Go on, mister. It sounds good."
"What's the use? You won't believe me."
"Why should I believe yourself. the room briefy. when you dont His eyes probed "You're a rich guy. What does a little kid mean to you? Your money can keep you trouble. fe was genua be seven this week. The misses and me scraped up all we could to get him a pair of roller skates." He chuckled insanely. "And now, thanks to you, he won't be able io use em for a year at least. He's got compound fractures of both legs.
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