In Sight of St. Paul's — page 114: what you’re looking at

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THE ASPASIA CLUB. 109 The third man, however, was the one that really astounded Captain Gridston. ‘Tom Chichester !”’ “Yes, Captain Gridston,’’ replied Tom, but with a darkening of his brows and an ominous tightening of his lips. ‘‘What business have you here?’’ demanded Grid- ston, casting all diplomacy to the winds. ‘That is a question you have no right to put,”’ auswered Tom, quietly, but with a certain dangerous intensity. ‘‘Unless,’’ after a pause impregnated with meaning, “unless, as is more than likely, you are the proprietor of this very desirable establishment.” It was very evident that Tom was in no frame of mind to mince his words, and, as a matter of fact, there was more truth than poetry in his statement. He had been brought to the Aspasia Club by Gillie, who had a pretty clear idea that Harry would be found there; and he was determined to discover his brother, in spite of any obstacles that might inter- vene. ‘“Whatever this establishment may be,’’ replied Gridston, angrily; ‘‘we draw the line at fel——”’ But before he could conwplete the word, Tom thun- dered, with clinched fist: _ | “Stop! or Pll strike you down where you stand!” Gridston thought discretion the better part of valor, but, nevertheless, he turned fiercely upon Sheridan. (E(0) Gcomicbooks