Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 96: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 87 vile associates. What has become of him! Goodness! he _ may have walked into the workshop—right into the jaws of death!” She drew up her shoulders, just as if a cold current of air had blown upon them; then she picked up the lantern and left the library. When she said to herself that she was not going to leave the house empty-handed, she meant that she intended to carry off much that was valuable. In carrying out her design, the first room which she visited was Aunt Carlina’s. A small Russia-leather bag caught her eye. She seized it, opened it, and thrust into it such articles of jewelry as were scattered about on the bureau. ‘“]il-gotten gains from the start,” she muttered. ‘‘I have as much right to them as she had.” She opened the upper bureau-drawer. She saw Mr. Cas- _ sandra’s pocket-book and watch, and tranferred them to the bag. Next she disposed of the belt in the same way. A pile of new, crisp notes attracted her attention. “Tl not touch them,” she thought, with a shrug. ‘*’'They’re too new. ay re vile! They might get me into trouble.” From Aunt Carlina’sroom she went to herown. She ex- perienced more trouble there, in selecting just what to take along, she was attracted to so many articles. However she arrayed herself in her best dress, put on most of her jewelry, and stowed the rest away in the bag. _ Where shall I go?” she asked herself, as she seized the bag. ‘I'll leave it all to circumstances. Id go to Darke’s mother, at Baltimore, if I knew that Darke was safe.” She ruminated a second or two, then her eyes rested upon the lantern. «Why shouldn’t I?” a bright expression quickly flash- ing across her face. ‘‘ Roast them alive, like rats in a hole. GOmilecbooks (E(0)