Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 86: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. | "7 ‘Perhaps you are right,” rejoined he. ‘It is quite a walk to the nearest telegraph office.” ‘“ We can give the message to some one who will attend to it,” suggested Mrs. Cassandra. ‘‘There was money in- closed to compensate them. Fortunately, there is a police- man approaching.” ‘* He may not be trustworthy,” suggested he. ‘*Tll pass my opinion about him when I have talked to him,” replied she. When the policeman came opposite to them she stopped him. His face was intelligent; he was gentlemanly in his bearing and deportment; his uniform indicated that he was a sergeant on the force. | “A commission has just come to us, in a rather odd way, and we confess our inability to attend to it,” her voice clear and distinct, the policeman all attention. ‘These two slips of paper, together with the dollar bill, all fastened to a missile, were thrown out of a window, falling directly at my feet.” ‘First we heard the crash of glass,” added Mr. Cassan- dra. ‘* Read it, and let me have your opinion.” The officer took the two slips of paper and read their con- _ tents, a grave look on his face. ‘‘A genuine case of distress?” inquired Mrs. Cassandra, keenly watching every expression of his countenance. ‘«‘Without a doubt,” he said, earnestly. ‘‘ The house from which it is dated has been under surveillance for days. I know the gentleman to whom, the dispatch is addressed. It is signed by a lad better known in our profession as the ‘Boy Detective of Baltimore,’ and he would be just bold enough to venture into such a place without sufficient sup- port. Il hurry to headquarters and report the matter there. It will result in a descent upon the place and the capture of the entire gang. The dispatch can be sent after- comicbooks (E(0)