Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 140: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 131 to predict that, if she came by the jewelry dishonestly, she will say so.” “Though she may steal, she will not lie, you wish me to understand,” Mrs. Kendrick said, half interrogatively. ‘‘That wouldn’t increase my respect for her.” ‘“ Perhaps it was a breach of trust on your part to exam- ine the bag,” her husband slyly suggested. ““T have a right to know who I am harboring,” declared she. ‘I consider myself fully justified.” They ascended to the room which had been allotted to Leotine, Mrs. Kendrick carrying a lamp in one hand, and the bag in the other. Leotine had turned off the gas, and retired to bed. She sat up and stared at her visitors, her large black eyes a-sparkle. | Mrs. Kendrick placed the lamp on the bureau. ** You fogot your bad,”~she said. ‘¢T knew it was safe,” replied Leotine. ‘‘ My jewelry is in it.” ‘¢ Your jewelry?” emphasized Mrs. Kendrick. ‘‘Some of itis mine, maam. ‘Therest of it, and the bag, belong to my Aunt Carlina.” An odd expression crossed Mr. Kendrick’s face. He had just read that name in the account of the descent upon the den of couterfeiters. ‘<What are you doing with your aunt’s jewelry?” Mrs. Kendrick asked. “‘T took it, ma’am,” replied Leotine. ‘¢ You took it?” repeated Mrs. Kendrick, a look of hor- ror overspreading her face. ‘* Do you mean to say, child, that you stole it?” «‘Some might call it that,” very quietly. ‘<There, George, do you hear that?” cried Mrs. Ken- drick, getting excited. ‘ Didn’t I tell you? Just listen how unconcernedly she admits it!” Eomicbooks.¢co