The Dugdale Millions — page 57: what you’re looking at

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SIGNOR BARBERINI. 47 ‘*No, I don’t believe I ever knew.”’ *‘Do you recollect the name of any of Edmund’s associates, or of his wife, in those days?” "They hadn’t any. Edmund kept very much to himself, and his wife—stop!”’ he exclaimed, interrupt- ing himself. ‘There was one—a woman—Jennie Crandall. I brought her from Lunnon to look after the costumes. Loie, that is Mrs. Dugdale, knew her in the ballet in Lunnon. They were friends.”’ ‘What has become of her?’’ “TI dunno. I’ve lost sight of her. She married a stage carpenter named Tomlinson, and he kept an ale house in Brooklyn the last I heard of him.’’ “oe is not. dead, then?” ‘That I don’t know, sir. But I think I can find out.’’ ‘*Do so,’’ said Dick rising, ‘‘and bring me the information as soon as you can. Here is twenty dollars for what you have told me, and if you can find Mrs. Tomlinson and take me to her, there will be more pay.”’ Highly satisfied, the old man shuffled away. Many moons had waxed and waned since he had earned twenty dollars in one sum. His first impulse on gaining the street was to set out immediately in search of Mrs. Tomlinson, but reflection deterred him —indeed sent him in an entirely different direction. He thought that a too prompt finding of the woman would cheapen his services, but that which was influ- ential was purely of a personal nature. For several years Signor Barberini had frequented acertain drinking place on acertain Sixth Avenue corner, where his direct custom was inconsiderable, but, since he was always willing to accept an invita- tion to drink, and to entertain paying customers with anecdotes of theatrical and operatic personages, a large fund of which he possessed, his indirect custom made him a tolerated lounger. Suddenly possessed of a ’ Comicbooclk C@ 3