Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 61: what you’re looking at

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52 DARKE DARRELL. CHAPTER IX. ‘©~NO MURDER HERE.” Tim Jordan and Aunt Carlina passed into the sitting- room; he staggering a little, as if under the influence of liquor. The servant was dozing in a chair, and Aunt Carlina_ dis- missed her with a wave of the hand. Tim sat down with the air of a man very much at home, his hat awry on his head, his cane between his knees, a surly look on his face. ‘‘ Leotine here?” he asked. ““Yes, Tim,” quietly, almost as if she feared him. ‘‘She must have come from the depot inacab. Then — you have heard the news?” “It’s awful, Tim,” and the woman shuddered. He didn’t seem to think so. «Did Leotine come alone?” waitingly. ‘She brought a friend with her. A sturdy, well- disposed , boy. Smart, too, I fancy. He was of great use to her.” The man swore under his breath. There was a faint footfall, but neither of them heard it. _Leotine was listening at the sitting-room door, which was — slightly ajar. ““Is he here now?” Tim Jordan asked, sluggishly raising his lids. “He has just gone to bed.” A cunning expression crossed Tim’s face as he tugged at his red whiskers. He at once resolved to effectually rid himself of the Boy Detective, and so informed his female - companion, after he had narrated how the boy had made © comicbooks;com