Bob Younger's Fate — page 90: what you’re looking at

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BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. 81 “Who showed you up here?” wondering if she had not a lunatic on her hands. “Mine own seif.' I knows dot de serfants haf all been busy, and I shust shlipped in here to make mine business mit you ocquainted all py ourselfs.”’ “What do you want?’’ “T haf as fine a collection of tin pans, tin puckets, tin tins, in short, a full line of tins down in der pack yard as any one vould vish to see; unt I vould like to show em mit you.”’ “Oh, no; I don’t want any such articles to-day.”’ ‘‘No artick-les to-day? Ven vill you wants ’em?”’ ‘Not at all. How long have you been here?’’ - ‘Half an hour.”’ | ‘“Shust wat Isaid. Dot young shentlemans vos a fine shbeaker, ain’t he?’’ rolling his eyes in admira- tion. ‘“‘Ven I vas in Vaterland, ach, mine Vater- land! I vas shust such a shbeaker,’’ and his head sunk for a momentin recollection of his once happy German days. Myra looked at her stolid visitor curiously a a short space of time, and then clapped her hands in cirlish glee. ‘“Ah, Mr. Belton! for once you have failed.’’ The man looked up in alarm. “Vat is das?”’ “You are Belton, the detective.” ‘Oh, I acknowledse it, Miss Myra you ‘are about as quickwitted as any of them.’’ “No; I wouldn’t have recognized you at all if it hadn’t been for one thing. When you told me you - had been here for half an hour, it occurred to me that you must have been hiding, and naturally came the thought that a simple German would have Eomicbooks. co!