Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 137: what you’re looking at

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128 DARKE DARRELL. Her tone and glance were so beseeching that he could not deny her request. ‘‘Gome with me,” he said. ‘I hardly know what Mrs. Kendrick will have to say about it.” He took a few steps forward, then turned and took her satchel. 3 ‘Tet me carry this,” he said. ‘* Why, how heavy it 1s. Have you been lugging this about all day?” «Yes, sir. My jewelry is in it.” «Your jewelry,” and he laughed. ‘‘ You must have a good deal of it. It is filled with shot more likely, or, per- haps, a silver ice-pitcher or two, melted down.” Leotine made no reply to that, but walked along by his side. Mr. Kendrick asked her no more questions. Indeed, he was so absorbed, that he addressed no conversation to her at all. His residence was soon reached. He admitted himself — with a night-key, then walked through the hall into the ~ sitting-room, Leotine demurely following at his heels. ; Everything looked bright and neat. Mrs. Kendrick rose to greet her husband, a pleased look breaking over her face. ‘1 shall like her,” was Leotine’s mental comment. __ Just then Mrs. Kendrick noticed Leotine. She glanced from her to her husband, a look of inquiry in her face. “<A lodger whom I have brought home with me,” he said, cheerily. ‘She was lost, or knew of no place where to go, to be precise.” Mrs. Kendrick was surprised. “Lost?” she said. ‘‘ Come here, child.” Leotine went nearer. | ““Why, you’re not just a child either,” Mrs. Kendrick said, her eyes widening. ‘‘ Where do you live?” | “‘T lived in New York. The house was burned this morn- — GComicboo aa