The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 130: what you’re looking at

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—_ — a 4 ro aes 426 THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. ‘There are one thousand francs. I want you to find me a man I can depend upon.” Clinton made a pretense of eagerly pocketing the _money. ) -‘ What does monsieur want the man for? Is it for a— that is, do you want him to arrange a funeral for ey, Eh? He, he!” ; ‘< It is for that,” exactly,” The answer was as calm as if it was only the life of 2 chicken that was in question. ‘©A funeral, eh? Let mesee. Will to-morrow night do, or must you have him to-night?” : © To- night, if possible.” 4 ‘TI can give you the address of a man, if you like. He does not come here, because he has made some enemies on: account of a funeral he arranged only a BROES time ago.” . **Is he a sure man?” ~** Never fails.” _ “Give me his address.” ‘* Ask for Bras-de-Fer, No. 150 Rue d’Argent.” Alphonse left without ceremony, and a few moments later Bras-de-Fer and Tete-de-Fer followed, the landlord having been released and afterward mollified by a present of the» thousand francs left by Alphonse. Dismissing Tete-de-Fer, Clinton hurried to the room he had taken in Rue d’Argent, and arrived there sufficiently long before Alphonse to be ready to receive him. 4 He was lying on a lounge, smoking a vile cigar, when j rap sounded on the door. ) ‘¢ Come in,” he shouted. Alphonse entered. Bras-de-Fer sprang to Ais feet and pointed a pistol at him. : «“ Well, who are you? What do you want? Quick!” Alphonse smiled. ‘*7T have business for you.” Still the pistol pointed at him. ‘«‘ Put that thing away; I am from old Daddy Braune.” Bras-de-Fer lowered the pistol bitch as if his suspicions were only half allayed. 2 ‘And what does he want of me?” - He says you know how to arrange a funeral for me.” “Ah! And you. Who are you?” Eomicbooks:com