Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 95: what you’re looking at

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86 DARKE DARRELL. of her dress with both hands, for she was very much agitated. ‘I ouess yow’re satisfied now, Tim Jordan, since the ugly work is done,” she said, hei voice trembling. ‘‘I wash my hands of the whole of it.” Tim made no reply, because he had not heard her. She started toward the opening; she saw the rope and the lantern, but no signs of Tim. ‘‘He has descended into the trap,” she thought, with a shudder. ‘To finish the bloody job with his knife, no doubt,” an ashen pallor coming. into her face. She walked toward the opening. lLeotine followed closely and noiselessly at her heels, for she knew that if Aunt Carlina engaged in conversation with Tim, she might be foiled in her design of tumbling her in after him. Aunt Carlina stared into the hole. «< Are you down there, Tim?” she asked. ‘©Go see!” cried Leotine, with a sudden push. | Aunt Carlina screamed and flung up her hands, but that did not avail her. Headforemost into the opening she went. Leotine’s laugh of triumph informed her to whom she was | indebted for the mishap. «<There’s a pair of them,” commented Leotine. “¢ Now, how is the trap closed? Iremember, Tim stood leaning be- side the mantel the first time the trap fell.” She picked up the lantern and walked to the mantel. Her keen eyes were not long in detecting a little knob, set in the wall. She pressed against it; a dull sound followed, arush ~ of wind passed her, and she knew that the trap-door had — swung back into its place. j «They may get out of that as best they can,” she mut- — tered. ‘‘ If they ever catch me they will show me no mercy. ~ Pll leave the house at once and forever, but not empty- handed, if I can help it. How this brings to mind the answer which I gave Darke when he asked me to leave my comicbooks.com