Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 53: what you’re looking at

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44 - DARKE DARRELL. CHAPTER VII. LEOTINE’S PICTURE. ‘That is Mr. Cassandra’s trunk,” Leotine exclaimed, pointing to a small, canvas-covered trunk, which had not been damaged by the crash. | Darke noticed that the check dangling to it corresponded with the duplicate check which he held. He saw that it was put upon the train, and by that time it was signaled that the passengers should get on board. Darke and Leotine took a seat together. She talked vol- ubly, not seeming to care much for the man whose dead body she was leaving behind her. Without incident of note, the train reached Jersey City. Leotine and Darke Darrell crossed the ferry, and arrived in New York about dusk. At Leotine’s suggestion, a carriage was engaged, which conveyed them to the residence of her aunt. Darke noticed that the street was a retired one, and that the house was somewhat pretentious. As the carriage rattled away, Leotine pulled the bell. It was answered at once by her aunt, a tall, spare woman, with a dark face, sloe-like eyes, and high cheek bones. She caught Leotine’s hand, and glanced at Darke. ‘‘Thank Heaven you are safe!”—in Italian. ‘‘I heard about the accident”—in LEnglish—‘‘and—Mr. OCas- sandra?” | «‘ Aunt, he was killed,” she calmly answered. The woman recoiled, and lifted one hand to her temples. ‘‘Mangled?” recovering from the shock. «¢ Aunt, you would think he was sleeping. We are des- comicbooks;com