Laura Brayton — page 81: what you’re looking at

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72 LAURA BRAYTON. “Thunder! What’s that?” A low, hollow groan seemed to rumble through the room, causing the professional murderer to spring to his feet with a start, upsetting the platter from which he had eaten, and shivering it on the floor. ‘The lawyer looked white and scared, but he made no reply. “Somebody is sick near by?” continued Joe, look- ing nervously around him. “No, there is nobody ill in the house!” mautbered Sharp. “Do you believe in ghosts, man?” “Nary a ghost. They’ve never troubled me yet, and if there were any they’d ought to have given me more than one lift.” “ Murder—murder!” : These words in a low, unearthly groan rolled through the room. “Look here, old chap. if you’re playin’ some game to scare me, you'd better dry up, or ’ll be making hash out of your mutton. I don’t like foolin’, d’ye hear!” And Joe put his hand into the side-pocket where he had just placed his murderous looking knife. “It is no game of mine, the house must be haunted. Once before, strange and unaccountable sounds have terrified me.” And Enoch Sharp trembled from head to foot. “Well, ’ve heard of such things, and I never knew of a ghost talking before. I’d like to gee one. I think a pill from my pepper- -box would makea hole through it.” And Joe pulled out his revlover. _ “Ha! ha! ha! ha!” - Comicbooks.co