Laura Brayton — page 144: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON, 135 table, lamp, and all, plunging the room into instant Oarlen one: “Who spoke?—stand fast by the door, Joe, till I bring a light from the other room!” shouted the lawyer. In aminute the lawyer brought in a light, and then there was a cry of wonder from every one in the room. Two who had been there when the light was ex- tinguished were no longer to be seen. And they were the two- most important to the success of Sharp’s wicked designs. Laura Brayton and Eldridge Putnam had disap- peared! “T’ll swear no one passed. by me but you!” said Joe, meeting the wondering, frightened gaze of Sharp. “The old boy has possession of this house!” groaned Sharp. | “Zere is no doubt of zat, if you, monsieur, are ze ownare!” said Monsieur Maret, bowing. “T knew it was haunted, but this beats all I aca known before!” sontnued Sharp, with a bewildered air. “What do you want done, boss? Shall we chaw up that Frenchman and his friends?” asked Joe. “T reckon you’d find us tough on the chaw, if you are from the Meadow!” said Sammy, as he, imitated by his companions, exhibited a six-shooter in each hand. : “Bah—we’re used to pop-guns!” said Joe, scorn- fully, but Sharp turned to him and said: “Tt is no usenow. I must find out where that girl is, or what has become of her, and no fighting now eeitl help me in that.” Eomicbooks (Ei e)