Caught in the Snare — page 168: what you’re looking at

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Ood up ng’, OW -SS Te nt JO id Next Morning. 7 155 since then nobody’s seen him. F unny chap! Went off without paying the reckoning, and drank more brandy than I like to think of. Good morning!” And the landlord bustled away. Major Percival hurried to the nearest magis- trate to make a deposition of the case, and ob- tain a warrant for the arrest of Fred Stanley. Nugent, finding the task of announcing the dreadful news devolved. upon him, hastened home, stunned and bewildered like one who walks in a dream. Gently as he broke the news to them the effect was terrible. Mrs. Percival fell into violent con- vulsions and was carried to her room. Nell grew deadly white, and such a feeling of sick- ness came over her that for a moment she was on the verge of fainting. But when she heard Fred accused as the murderer indignation re- stored her to herself, and she exclaimed vehem- ently: “Vl never believe it—never, never! I would as soon credit it, Nugent, if they said you did it yourself. How dreadful, how dreadful, to think we were all here, dancing and enjoying ourselves, and Edith lying cold and dead without one friend near to aid her! Oh, Edith, Edith, Edith, my dearly-beloved sister!’ She covered her face with her hands and wept so hysterically that hoth Nugent and Gus were > : if 7 ee <2 * - ee ¥ . ‘comicb60kKs:com