Laura Brayton — page 201: what you’re looking at

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192 LAURA BRAYTON.: CHAPTER X Ul, THE MURDERER’S FATE. It was nearly or perhaps quite an ‘hour before Enoch Sharp returned to his library. When he did so the full fiendishness of his real nature was ex- pressed in his face. “Satan stands by me yet!” he said, in soliloquy. “Tuke Withers, alive and ready to demand in per son a full account of my stewardship, and a state- ment of all that the estate has gained, would ruin me. Buthere he is, safe under this roof, and as I gvathered by subtle questionings, not a soulin the city beside myself knows of the arrival of himself and his companion. Nor shall that arrival ever be known. Their eyes must never open to the light of day. [have work for Joe now, which will suit him. How fortunate that heis here. I will give hima job that he will gloat over. I would spare the girl if I could, for she is beautiful; but it will not do. — The secret of their arrival can only be kept by the erave. I will have the counsel of Joe as to the best step now.” Bending down, the lawyer took the key of his safe from its hiding-place and opened the massive wide door. | | “Come out, Joe,” he said. “The coast is clear and I have news, great news, and work, too, for you!” Joe neither came out nor answered. Startled, Sharp seized the lamp from the table and looked in. He would have shrieked out had not comicbooks