Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 66: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 57 CHAPTER XI. INVITED TO A CONFERENCE, Darke dressed himself, then put the watch and belt in his pocket, with the intention of giving them tothe woman whom they called Aunt Carlina. Now and then a dull, metallic sound reached his ears, fol- lowed by a heavy thud, which seemed to jar the window. There were regular intervals between the recurrences of the sounds, and he quite correctly concluded that they were produced by machinery. He went to the window, pushed aside the curtains, and looked out. The house, like the one‘adjoining, had a wing to it, and these wings formed a sort of court, from which an arched double gate-way led into the alley in the rear. | The windows of the wing belonging to the house in which Darke had spent the night were closed, and every slat in the ~ blinds were drawn. Through one of them he saw a glim- mer of light, and knew that the gas was burning. He felt satisfied in his mind that the dull, jarring sounds came from that part of the house. Why were the windows so closely secured? Why was the gas burning, when the light of day was so bright? What kind of machinery was in motion? The whole affair wore a suspicious aspect. Darke was not slow in drawing an in- ference, basing it upon the character of the inmates and frequenters of the house. «« They are making counterfeit money,” he thought, with a toss of his head. ‘‘ Chance has thrown me right into their den.” GOmicbooks. co