Bob Younger's Fate — page 80: what you’re looking at

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~ my. ¥ . $ . > * . . BOB YOUNGER’S FATE, 71 ‘Y’m afraid not, girl, unless he will consent to surrender himself.’’ She clasped her hands on the detective’s arm, and looked pleadingly into his face, the tears welling up into her eyes. “Can nothing move you? Let me plead with you.”’ ‘It is useless, ”’ Her arms slipped suddenly about his neck in her earnestness. | Belton was a man of iron. Accustomed to women’s wiles, he felt that he was proof against their allurements, and he was. But the girl, in spite of his watchfulness, had accomplished her purpose. He imagined that danger, if danger existed, would be guarded against by watching the door carefully, and scarcely a moment during their conversation had his eyes left it; but this little by-play had dis- tracted his attention from other points, and the noise the girl made in her emotion, real or other- wise, prevented his hearing the door of the wardrobe ‘directly behind him open. The figure of aman disguised, with a heavy beard, stepped forth softly. In his hand was clutched a sandbag, evidently for the purpose of silencing his intended victim. Three noiseless strides he took, and the weapon came down with a faint thud. © Belton’s head dropped forward, and his body rolled ~ to the floor. A moment later a pair of handcuffs encircled his wrists, and a cord bound his ankles. Then the dis- guised man and his accomplice stood aside to await the return to consciousness. com ebe iOKS GO mi