Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 41: what you’re looking at

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32 DARKE DARRELL. ‘‘T understand you,” interrupted the conductor. ‘‘ Mr. Wilson!” The gentleman whom he called came forward. He was a well-to-do farmer, was a stockholder in the company, and lived along the road. ‘The conductor spoke a few words to him, then Mr. Wilson asked, looking at Darke: ‘‘ What are your wishes?” Darke didn’t know exactly, and delayed his reply. The girl promptly answered in his stead. ‘‘This is my father’s body. Please have it prepared for burial, and put in a handsome coffin. We are rich, and you will be promptly reimbursed. ‘Take down my—my— aunt’s address, sir.” Mr. Wilson looked at her, surprised at. her loveliness, her methodical self-possession, her business-like manner. He took out his pass-book;-she gave him her aunt’s ad- dress, and he wrote it down. ‘You can confer with her by letter,” she said. ‘“T’'ll bring the body on myself,” replied he. “Oh, thank you!” her face brightning. “My father’s pocket-book, Darke.” He handed it to her. She looked at Mr. Wilson and said: ‘Tl might as well ¢ “Never mind,” interrupted he. ‘‘I-am satisfied that the bill will be paid.” She answered by a grateful glance. “Will you not detach the wire and put away the instru- ment?” the conductor asked, looking at Darke. “Certainly,” replied the latter. ‘Where shall I store it?” | “In the express car, That isn’t badly damaged.” “J will be back in a few minutes,” whispered Darke to his little friend. * comicbooks.com