A Daughter of Delilah — page 120: what you’re looking at

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c——_- mt 4 a, . ST. LEONARD’S FINE HAND. 111 *‘T’ll take a cigar if you don’t object, sir. No offense! I mean well by you.”’ He took a bit of a pasteboard from his card-case, add- ing: “That is my private address, and you’ll send for me within a month. Mark my words!’’ Alston took the card mechanically, and read: NATHANIEL HAWKLEY, , Detective, No. — East Thirty-fourth St., New York City. | “‘T will take care of your address, Hawkley,’’ Alston said, ‘‘but it won’t be long before you are removed to an asylum for the insane! You are the crankiest crank I ever met!’’ | His good humor had returned. “T am obliged for your good opinion, sir!’’ replied Hawkley, with a smile. ‘‘Thank you for the cigar. I know a good weed when I see one. Your friend was Lord St. Leonards, I believe?’’ , ‘Get out and mind your own business,’’ was Alston’s reply. Hawkley accompanied him to the door, and they parted with some light banter. : ‘Tord St. Leonards!’’ muttered Nat, as he watched Alston into a cab. ‘‘I was quite under the impression that he had gone to Australia! And what was he doing at the Russell nest in Park avenue? There is a deep game some- where.’”’ Arrived at home, Edgar went to his own room, where he placed himself in the hands of his valet. He had no wish to see his sister at present, and his air was particu- larly defiant. cS (E(0) : Gomichboo