Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 104: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 95 Look, I see the flash of flames. It was shabby in you, Mr. Darrell to fire their nest in that way.” ‘<It wasn’t any of my work,” declared Darke, his cheeks blanching for a second, as he thought of Leotine. ‘It is in the main building, and is increasing in volume. It must be extinguished, or we will not make much ofa capture, either of miscreants or materials.” The alarm spread; a crowd gathered; policemen hurried to the spot; a steam fire-engine came thundering along the street. | Suddenly the front door opened, and Leotine stood upon the steps, the smell of smoke clinging to her attire. She clutched the handle of. the little bag in one hand, and a parasol in the other. ‘There was a frightened look on her face, partly caused by her consciousness of a guilty action,.and partly because a crowd of people had accu- mulated. | F She flashed her eyes about her, and saw Darke just beside the gate-way.. Her face brightened with gladness. She saw that he had escaped—that no immediate peril threat- ened him. «¢ Darke!” she cried, to let him know that she, too, was - gafe. ‘Seize that girl!” he cried, hurrying toward her, the other detectives at his heels. Leotine leaped from the steps, and darted among the crowd. Policemen were placing a cordon of ropes about the front of the building. They stepped between Leotine and her pursuers, and she effected her escape. eomicbooks (E(0)