Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 26: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY i7 ‘‘But—but if she could not speak, how did you know where my mother lived?” Guy lifted his head hastily to inquire. ‘* That will involve a little explanation,” was the answer as the othertook aseat. Then he continued: ‘*You must know that I live just across the street, and hence, as I am at home a good deal of the time through the day during the summer months, could not fail to notice your mother and yourself as you passed in and out. ThusIhad no difficulty in know- ing where the lady I had rescued belonged.” The use of the word ‘‘ rescue’ impressed Guy with the conviction that he had been lacking in the dis- play of a proper sense of recognition for the services the stranger had rendered. Therefore he now stam- mered: ‘‘I am sure I am deeply grateful to you, Mr.—Mr.——” ‘‘Colonel Starr. I forgot to tell you that on arriv- ing here and ascertaining from Miss Stanwix, whom I know, that your mother had no regular physician, I took the liberty of stepping down the block and calling in mine, Dr. Chusdie, a man of superior skill and far-reaching repute. But there, I hear him call- ing. Wecan go in now.” His heart beating at double quick, Guy followed Colonel Starr out into the hall and into the darkened room where his mother lay on tke lounge, Miss Stan- wix bending over her with a bottle of smelling salts, while a short, chubby little man, smoothly shaven, was just putting on his overcoat. Guy darted forward and knelt by his mother’s side. Gomichboo CS (E(0) m