Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 116: what you’re looking at

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3 . | comicbooks DARKE DARRELL. 107 CHAPTER XXII. ‘“SHE WAS STOLEN FROM YOU fon When a satisfactory negative of little Vascar had been taken, the party left the photograph-gallery and started off in search of the abode of the lost ee under the lead of the errand boy. When they approached the house they at once saw that something more than ordinary had happened. The street was barricaded with ropes; a vast crowd pressed against the ropes; a privileged group was inside of them; policemen were vociferating and shaking their clubs; the firemen were reeling their hose; the fire- - engines had ceased their noisy palpitations; smoke coiled about the eaves; the water was ankle-deep in the streets; water dripped from the roof and window-ledges. ‘“My dear,” asked Mr. Cassandra, ‘‘is not that the house from the window of which the mysterious dispatch was flung?” ‘‘T believe that it is, Pedro,” answered she. ‘‘I hope the little detective came to no harm.” ‘That is the house to which I was about to take you,” said the errand boy who belonged to the photograph- _ gallery. Mr. and Mrs. Cassandra started, the latter violently so. ‘‘There!” with a gasp. ‘‘She may have been burned to death,” with a little scream and a forward bound. Her husband detained her. ‘Be calm, my dear,” he said, with a strong raxteate upon his own anxiety. ‘‘I will make the necessary _ Inquiries.” (E(0) m