Detective Bob Bridger — page 225: what you’re looking at

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' 218 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. A shiver of terror ran through his nerves, and bracing his trembling limbs upon the bed, he remained for a minute speechless, and glaring wildly at the horrible apparition. Then, as if he thought himself asleep and dreaming a terrible dream, he averted his face and rubbed his hands roughly over his temples and eyes to convince himself that he was awake. But when he looked again the corpse still met his gaze, its eyes glaring vacantly forth as if they would burst from their sockets, the mouth wide open, the tongue swollen and extended—the entire aspect hideous in the extreme. With a cry of horror, Sammy sprang from the bed. Wringing his hands in agony, he advanced several steps toward the body. A moment he stood glaring at it in mute terror. Then dropping upon his knees, and bending forward, he beat his forehead upon the floor, in the deep woe of his soul, and cried, aloud: “Oh, Heaven, my brother Moses! my brother Moses !” Then, springing to his feet, he ran to and fro in the room, repeating the cry, and weeping like a child. As he did so his foot tripped upon the exhaust pump left! by the burglars, and he pitched headlong upon the floor. As he arose to his knees the frenzied man for the first time perceived the burglars’ tools scattered amid the piles of clothing on the floor, and the gaping and despoiled safe. “Murder! tiefs! robbers! burglars!” he shrieked, bound- ing to his feet. “Poor, poor brother Moses!” he cried, as his eyes again fell upon his brother’s form. ‘“‘T see it all, Moses—you vas murdered !—murdered, brother Moses murdered !” Approaching the body he caught the cold hand FS the dead man in his, and covered it with kisses. y Then he yelled wildly for Rachel, and receiving no - answer, hastened above in his night raiment to arouse § her. Reaching the door of her room he rapped loudly yi thereon, crying out as he did so: “Rachel! Rachel! Come quick, Rachel! Moses vas ~ murdered! Your fadder vas murdered !” Repeating his summons louder and louder, a dozen times — without response, the fear that Rachel also might be dead possessed his brain. | Clutching his hair wildly with his hands, he ran to ahd | fro the length of the hall-way, weeping and yelling like a maniac, & comicbooks.com