Penny Dreadfuls, 1900 · page 20 of 293
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\ IN THE SUNK LANDS. 9 Be Ss? Y n,”” “ All right.” He closed the door, but quickly opanee it to call back : ‘You attend to Jimmerson and I'll “Not jess now you won't!” I heard a eruff voice exclaim. Then came sounds of a struggle, and the next moment Bob was shoved violently 99 back into the office, followed by a stranger, | who shut the door and placed his back against it. He was a tall man, straight as a plumb line, with a straggling beard, hair per- suaded to retain the semblance of a part by a hberal coating of yellow soap, and a pair of snapping black eyes peering out of a nut-brown countenance. One cal- loused, brown hand, resting suggestively on a singular protuberance in the region of the coat tails of his coarse tweed suit, filled me with alarm. Under the impression that he was an escaped maniac, I promptly placed the stove between us, and, judging from Bob’s ineffectual attempts to get behind the vault Eomicbhboo cS (E(@) m