A Daughter of Delilah — page 187: what you’re looking at

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178 DISASTER FOR DETECTIVE HAWKLEY. ‘‘A lucky stroke that,’’ he said to the man in charge. ‘““Now see here, Stumpy, mum’s the word, and you get a hundred-dollar bill for your trouble, if you do as I tell you todo. I have no wish to kill this fellow, but he has _ be- come a duse of a nuisance. ’”’ ‘‘Make it two hundred,’’ replied the man—an ugly dwarf with a grimy face. “‘And [llriskit. Jl swear he fell down here, and that’ll be all I know about it. We were pals on the Island, and may be again some day!”’ ‘‘Not if I know it,’’ shuddered Palmer, for he it was. He bent over the prostrate Hawkley, adding: ‘‘By thunder! I must have hit him hard. He won’t wake up for a few hours, and when he does he won’t know any- thing. Lend ahand to carry him into the room beyond — where we can exchange clothing. Where’s my valise?’’ iets 11: ) ae In a few minutes Palmer was attired in Hawkley’s clothing, and proceeded to make himself up exactly like the detective, with the aid of a wig, a false beard, and some paint. ‘‘Blegant,’’ grinned the dwarf. ‘‘You’ll pass for him anywhere, Palmer.”’ Palmer smiled. ‘““T ouess that will put anend to Mr. Detective’s little game, at least until we are safe away. Why not quit this hole, Stumpy, and leave him to his fate.”’ ‘How much?”’ The man’s eyes shone with avarice. ‘“You see I run a bigrisk. Flight isan admission of guilt, and my record is bad!’’ ‘Hive hundred?’’ Coimichbooks: co =)