Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 122: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

DARKE DARRELL. 113 stolen child!—Reward for her recovery!—Darke’s little friend!” The details were not so elaborate as the head-lines, but Leotine read them with avidity, for there was something in them which concerned herself. ‘* A stolen child!” she repeated to herself. ‘‘ That means me. ‘l‘hey made me believe that my parents were dead, or, rather, they tried to. Sometimes [can remember of——” She sighed, and wearily passed her hand over her fore- head. She read the reports again, then folded up the paper, and put it into her pocket. The belb rang, the engine was slowed, a grinding noise was heard, there was a rush of feet, and Leotine knew that the boat had entered the slip at Jersey City. She seized her parasol and little bag, and left the boat, almost dazzled bv the flare of gas-lights, and almost deaf- ened by the din. ‘¢Where now?” she asked herself, more bewildered than troubled. comichbooks (E(0)