"Tell me something about him."
"He asked me the same thing about you. Well, I haven't seen much
of Dave since he grew up, he's such a roamer."
"He said his parents were murdered by the Guadalupes."
The Judge looked up quickly; a queer, startled expression flitted
over his face. "Dave said that? He said both of them were killed?"
"Yes. Isn't it true?"
"Oh, Dave wouldn't lie. It happened a good many years ago, and
certainly they both met a violent end. I was instrumental in
saving what property Frank Law left, but it didn't last Dave very
long. He's right careless in money matters. Dave's a fine fellow
in some ways--most ways, I believe, but--" The Judge lost himself
in frowning meditation.
"I have never known you to damn a friend or a client with such
faint praise," said Alaire.
"Oh, I don't mean it that way. I'm almost like one of Dave's kin,
and I've been keenly interested in watching his traits develop.
I'm interested in heredity. I've watched it in Ed's case, for
instance. If you know the parents it's easy to read their
children." Again he lapsed into silence, nodding to himself. "Yes,
Nature mixes her prescriptions like any druggist.
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