In Sight of St. Paul's — page 156: what you’re looking at

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A SHOT IN THE DARK. 151 astonishment, ‘‘that is the pistol you threatened me with in the house just now.”? Tom’s hand sought his pocket. ‘‘No!’? he cried, producing the one which was there, the one the Panther had substituted for his. ‘Here 1s mine.’ ‘You might have had two pistols,’’ said the policeman, whose mind was already pretty well made up. ‘‘Anyhow, it’s very suspicious.’’ ‘‘Tt’s more than that, I’m afraid,’’ declared Grid- ston. ‘‘They were never friendly, as every one knows. ‘They met, there must have been a quarrel, and—and a murder!”’ “You liar!’ cried Tom, in a choking voice, making a movement toward the man who thus dared to accuse him. But, springing forward, the policeman stepped _be- tween. Before any one could speak again there was a thrilling cry from Cynthia. ‘‘Ah! he is not dead! See! see! he is opening his eyes !”’ ) Forgetful of all else now save his brother, Tom turned and knelt again beside him. 3 Harry’s fast glazing eyes sought his face. ‘(Harry, dear Harry, look at me! You know me, do you not?’’ There was a faint murmur of assent. , Eomicbooks (E(0) m