Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 123: what you’re looking at

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114 DARKE DARRELL. CHAPTER XXIV. A GREAT REWARD, The body of the pretended Pedro Cassandra was taken to the house of an undertaker. ‘The coffin was opened by Darke’s orders, and the real Pedro Cassandra peered down into it. He lifted his hand to his mouth to hide the twitching of its muscles. His swarthy cheeks whitened for a few mo- ments. He recognized his dead countryman, but did not mention his name. | ‘‘ He was the last man who would have come into my mind,” he said, speaking to himself. ‘‘ Mr. Darrell,” in a louder key, ‘‘ when may I look for you?” ‘<'T’his evening, if agreeable,” replied Darke. «Thank you.” : tite Mr. Cassandra turned away, and the lid of the coffin was screwed on again. | That evening Darke called at the number designated on the card which Mr. Cassandra had handed to him. He was surprised at the magnificence displayed, without ostentation, and without any violation of good taste. The furniture and ornaments far outshone those in the burned house on Amity street, and he had fancied they could hardly be surpassed. Darke was kindly and cordially received, yet with no in- “ention to lionize him, which made him feel all the more at nome. He was very favorably impressed with Mrs. Cassan- dra, and felt that she was thoroughly a lady. 3 At her request, he gave her a short history of his life, which Eomicbooks.com