Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 98: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 89 CHAPTER XVIII. IN DESPAIR. Tim Jordan was very much astonished when Aunt Carlina came tumbling into the opening. He at first supposed her to be Leotine, but saw his mistake when he attempted to lift her up. She had fallen upon her left shoulder, almost with force enough to dislocate it. The pain was so great that she moaned, and went off into a swoon, which, however, did - not last more than a minute. She remembered where she was, and what had occurred. «Tim, I do believe I have broken my shoulder-blade,” rubbing it with her right hand, her face white and distorted from pain. ‘That girl is a perfect little demon.” ‘¢Entirely too smart for both of us, it seems,” replied Tim, with a grin, adding an oath as he saw and heard the trap-door glide back into its place. Suddenly Aunt Carlina thought of Darke. She shuddered and peered furtively into the shadowy corners, expecting to see a dead body somewhere. ‘«“The boy?” she asked, catching her companion by the arm, her voice tremulous. _ © Oh, he’s smarter than the girl, ” growled Tim. ‘‘ He escaped.” «« How?” ‘<T haven’t looked yet. Through the door, no doubt.” *¢ Tt’s always locked.” | <¢Then he found the key.” ‘* Tt leads to——” ‘¢T know,” interrupted Tim. ‘I hope he brought right Eomicbooks (E€(0)