The Face of Rosenfeld — page 80: what you’re looking at

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THE FACE OF ROSENFEL. as CHAPTER VII. MAXEY MAKES A BEGINNING. AXEY read the letter in the fading light hy the window, while the messenger who had brought the note to his rooms waited, cap in hand. It was as as follows: | HospitaL, December 30, 1884. The girl has spoken. Her nameis Dye. Her father lives in Flood Street. LAMAR, Short, epigramatic, to the point. «<< 'here will be no answer,” said Maxey. He heard the door close behind the retiring messenger and began to pace the floor, his hair erect and his necktie askew, while his impatient thoughts traveled over the wide range of possibilities which the information in the doctor’s letter seemed to open before him. Surely now he was on the verge of the most important revelations, and yet he hesitated for the moment how to act in the emergency. It was a question to him whether it were better at once to intrust this matter to those whose business it was to investigate crime, or to attempt that investigation by himself, alone and unaided. In the first case there would be the experience and ed- ucated acuteness of a craftsman plying his vocation. In the ‘second case there would be the native shrewdness of a novice whose heart was fired with an enthusiasm, 2 . dee a ar oe Pen PSA beet ee eee a’ “2 é ¢ es, Fae ben aor, Sy os *~ * x a —~ ee 7 Su 9 a ~ ad ‘> ee > 2! nee a watt A es Se COMICHOO ~ gS - >| - c< a ; PhS y = ~ bet au —i Pea ot Se ity a i TO Rane Sng 25 i