Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 69: what you’re looking at

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62 BONNY JEAN. they imprisoned? The door double-locked on the outside— she knew by the sounds produced by fastening it when old Corney had left them. He had brought food and drink, and left iton the table. Mrs. Conway determined that when Jean should awake, they must partake of food, that they might have strength to escape, for she was bound to escape, if it lay within the range of human possibiiity. The time slipped by, and at last Jean awoke. ‘« Mother,” she said, softly, ‘‘ I have been dreaming of Philip. I deeamed that he was here in this very room.” She sat up as she spoke, and glanced around. ‘Look !” she cried, suddenly. ‘‘ What—what is that?” Upon the floor, in a dusty corner, where it had rolled evi- dently, was a small, shining object. Mrs. Conway hastened to pick it up. Jean’s face grew perfectly white, and she groaned in horror as she clutched it frantically. It was a small gold _ sleeve-button, set with pearls, and it had belonged to Philip Randall. Yes, there were his initials on the back of the button. sick and faint with horror, the two women sat gazing into each other's faces. Suddenly Jean turned her eyes toward the floor, and, grasping her mother’s hand, she screamed aloud: _ «See, mother!” she cried, pointing with one finger to the bare floor of the room. ‘‘Great Heaven! Philip Randall has been in this place—in this ery room—and God help us! they have murdered him !” And Mrs. Conway looking in the direction indicated by Jean’s trembling fingers, saw, with a wild thrill of horror, two great dark stains upon the bare floor beside the bed—the un- mistakable, ineffaceable stains of human blood ! cComicbooks (e(@) ie}