Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 65: what you’re looking at

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56 DARKE DARRELL. pay me, no doubt! I took the key out of the library door, and out of the secret door in the back of the wardrobe. You go to sleep, for you are safe. I'll go into the library and lie down on the sofa until dawn. He may try to pick the lock. I slept inthe cars, you remember. Good-night. That’s the third time [I’ve said that.” Before Darke could reply she-had disappeared through the wardrobe. ‘“T don’t feel much like sleeping,” Darke muttered, as he turned down the light. ‘‘She is astrange creature. I believe she has fallen in love with me. Will they abuse her for thus expressing her regard for me?” his brow dark- ening. He thought of Leotine until he fell asleep. The dawn peeped in at the window; heavy vehicles rat- tled through the streets; the baker trundled his barrow over the sidewalk; the milkman rattled at the latch of the gate; the city was awake, and was getting up. There was a Pounaiag at Darke’s door, and a voice said: ‘< Breakfast is ready.” ‘That was Leotine,” Darke thought, as he sprang out of bed. ‘* They are early risers here.” © Gomichbooks:com —