"
Dave rose from his chair and bent over the desk. "So THAT'S what
you've been driving at," he gasped. "That's what you meant when
you said I shouldn't marry." He began to tremble now; his voice
became hoarse with fury. "Now I understand. You're trying to tell
me that--maybe I've got it in me, eh? Hell! YOU'RE crazy, not I.
I'm all right. I reckon I know."
"HE didn't know," Ellsworth said, quietly. "I doubt if he even
suspected."
Dave struck the desk violently with his clenched fist. "Bosh!
You're hipped on this heredity subject. Crazy! Why, you doddering
old fool--" With an effort he calmed himself, realizing that he
had shouted his last words. He turned away and made a circuit of
the room before returning to face his friend. "I didn't mean to
speak to you like that, Judge. You pulled this on me too suddenly,
and I'm--upset. But it merely proves my own contention that I'm
not Frank Law's son at all. I've always known it."
"How do you know it?"
"Don't you suppose I can tell?" In spite of himself Dave's voice
rose again, but it was plain from the lawyer's expression that to
a man of his training no mere conviction unsupported by proof had
weight.
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