The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 52: what you’re looking at

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RAGES. THE AMERICAN MARQUIS, ‘Like a Frenchman—as I am.’ ““Pshaw! I took you for English, Well, if you can get good evidence against him, without appearing yourself, on the old bank job, or anything else, [ll fall on him. If you can't, get into some job with him, give it away to me, and V’ll see it through. Alter weve got him you can use him | any; way you please.” | ‘Good. N ow give me a password, so you'll know me in my disguise.” “Oh, I guess [ll know you.” ) Dan smiled at the idea of a password. ‘Perhaps; but to be sure, let’s say ‘ Vengeance.’ ” “All right. ‘Vengeance’ then. And I don’t know but. you're right, for t may have to fix up, and you'll want some | ~ way to know me.’ Henri Roche smiled now. ‘The two men took a keen look at each other, and each | divining what the other’s purpose was, they both smiled and | _ shook hands cordially. CHAPTER XV. | THE TRO ee AND THE IRON-HEAD. q About two hours later, a heavy, brutal-looking man of about twenty-five, a foreigner, and apparently a stranger in ; the city, turned from Canal street into Mott street and walked carelessly down it, looking carefully along both sides of the street. He was fairly well dressed, and wore not a little jewelry; j but the brutality of his face could not be overcome by any | such means, and in spite of an effort to leer pleasantly at | some passing woman, he was forbidding in the extreme. ' Apparently he did not find what he wanted, for he stopped © and turned back, hesitated, and looked up ‘and down the | street in great perplexity. . A vegetable huckster was passing—he hailed him. ‘‘Looka! I wanta hotel Italiano. He tella me een disa sirit.” 4 ‘*T don’t know enny sech hotel. Ax some 0’ those fellers: | hanging round that saloon.” ‘You can aska him.” comicbooks.com .