“At the corner of Greenback Avenue and Easy Street.”
Bricky filled his glass again, drained it and set it down.
“Steve,” he asked, “what you got agin old man Malleson anyhow? I should naturally s’pose that if you had anything in for anybody you’d have it in for the young cub.”
Lamar tossed his head impatiently.
“Oh,” he replied, “he counts for nothing. He’s simply a damned fool. It’s the old man that I’ve got a grudge against.”
“What’s your grudge?”
“Well, for one thing, he sent John Bradley penniless to his grave. John was a friend of mine.”
“So. But I don’t see as you’ve got any great kick comin’ there. John left a perty good-lookin’ widder, didn’t he?”
“What’s that got to do with it?”