Bob Younger's Fate — page 15: what you’re looking at

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6 ~ BOB YOUNGER'S FATE. A shriek of agony came from the lips of Myra Ferry, and she fell into the arms of her father ina dead faint. 3 oK *K *K 7K oK >K * Early the next morning the inspector of police was seated at his desk writing busily, when a ~ knock was heard at his door. ‘“A lady to see you, sir,’’ said the servant, who ushered in a closely veiled young woman. ‘“‘Good-morning, miss,’’ said the inspector, politely, a little curious as to the identity of his visitor. “T have called to make inquiries concerning the robbery of the Fidelity Bank.’’ ‘‘Any information we may have regarding that unfortunate affair is at your disposal, except, of course, certain points that must be kept secret.’’ ‘‘All I wish,’’ replied the lady, in the sweetest of tones, yet with absolute decision of utterance, ‘‘is to have a few minutes’ conversation with the detec- tive who was detailed upon the case. Is sucha thing allowable?’’ : “Certainly. He is not engaged just now, and will ~. doubtless be pleased to accommodate you.” : “Newspaper descriptions are not always reliable, and as I wished to obtain the exact facts in the case, I thought it best to apply to you.”’ | “You did right, I will now call Mr. Belton, the _ detective to whom you refer.”’ A few moments later the young lady found her-— self seated in a private office with a remarkable ~ looking man. The absence of a beard showed every lineament of his powerful countenance, and the stranger felt - in a moment that he was a person who could be trusted. cS: GComichoo