Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 111: what you’re looking at

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102 GUY HAMMERSLEY. ing. Won't it be ever and ever so much out of your way?” ‘‘No, because I don’t know yet just where my way is,” laughed Guy, for he knew it was now too late to get in at Miss Stanwix’s that night, and had decided that he would take a room at some hotel. ‘‘ Here comes a car now.” It was after ten when they got out at Fifty-Ninth Street and started to cover the remaining distance on foot. Jack was terribly sleepy, and Guy himself pretty well worn out. If hecould only have foreseen that which lay before him and which was now so close at hand, all sense of fatigue would have been forgotten. On reaching Sixty-Third Street and find- ing the row of apartment houses which bore one- ninety as their predominating number, the problem presented for solution was which of these was the abode of the Bradfords. Again Guy studied the letter from Jack’s uncle, and finally concluded that the final figure was either a seven or a one, and as the one was nearer at hand he decided to try there first. But one difficulty was surmounted only to make way for another. It was after ten o'clock, as has been said, and the outer door was closed and locked, cutting off access to the bells inside. But Guy did not allow this to stand in his way long. Taking his cane, he tapped with it against the window on his left, belonging to the lower flat of the building, and through the shade of which the glow of gaslight made itself apparent. A scream, half stifled, followed the rap, and then Gomicboo CS (E() m