A Daughter of Delilah — page 186: what you’re looking at

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DISASTER FOR DETECTIVE HAWKLEY. ATT himself left the house of the deceiver, entered the car- riage, and was rapidly driven homeward. ‘‘t understood that it was possible Jabez Alston would try and buy up my beauteous Isabel,’’ he thought, ‘‘but I did not think that he would remain five or six hours in my lady’s parlor, and finally leave it in an advanced state of intoxication !’’ He could not resist a chuckle, and having taken a final glance at the brilliant windows above, he turned away. ‘‘Tf I were sure,’’ he muttered, ‘‘that the aunt is Gilbert Roseberry in disguise, the whole nest should be secured to-morrow! Imust not blunder this time. He isas slip- pery as an eel, and I do not forget who supplanted me in her affections! Bah! Iama fool still! ButI hate him! }>? He it was who cast me into the river to drown He walked rapidly until he reached Thirty-fourth street, when he was rudely jostled by a man who appeared to be the worse for drink. ‘‘Sorry, ole boysh,’’ he hiccoughed; “dashed SOrry. Letsh have a drink!”’ Hawkley was about to move aside, when he received a terrific blow over the head with a piece of lead pipe. The supposed drunken man had straightened up like’ a dart, and moved with the activity and ferocity of a tiger. As Hawkley reeled, he seized him ina pair of powerful arms, carried him half a block, and deposited him through the doors of a basement, which opened conveniently at the proper moment. Casting a swift glance behind, and feel- ing assured that his assault upon the detective had not been noticed, he, too, dropped into the cellar, and closed the doors after him. (EO)AAIICEl exeye) cS (E(0)