The Face of Rosenfeld — page 141: what you’re looking at

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134 THE FACH OF ROSHNFEL. Maxey followed, though she kept upon the other side of the way. Then it was that the idea of ‘‘ shadowing” him to the | end and spying upon him so far as she could first came into the mind of the artist’s sister. With a glow of ex- -citement at her heart and a quickening breath, the de- liberate project of playing the detective took form within her. It was novel; it was enticing, and it fascinated her. Still keeping the conspicuous form of the somber Dye in sight, she thought over the chances and dangers of such a project, and it did not take a great deal of reasoning to convince her that, except in a most limited sphere, her design was a wild one. It was all well now and here, at this time of day, in an eminently respectable part of the city, to continue as she had begun. ‘There was no one to molest her or make her afraid. But how would it be if the somber Dye should betake himself to the less reputable lanes and alleys of the metropolis? Would she dare to follow him even there? She did not know very much about such places, to be sure; but she had heard of them, and her courage failed her when she thought of them. Besides, there were not many hours of daylight left. : ‘“No,” she reflected; ‘‘ I cannot do everything as if I were aman, but I can at least go on until something occurs to turn me back.” And she went on. | Again Mr. Dye passed into another street. There could be very little doubt about it now. He was going back to Flood Street. If not there, to some place in that locality. So he would go on till he came to the door of house No. 40; he would pull the bell and walk in; the door would close behind him. And then what?