Laura Brayton — page 92: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. Saat aristocratic flower of beauty on my breast, and be- come a respectable member of society.” It was now nearly morning, and when Enoch Sharp re-entered his library, the rattle of marketing carts and the hum of an awakening city reached his ears. | “Those sounds—I cannot account for them,” he muttered, and then he searched every corner of the room, behind his bookcase and safes, looked every- where for some trace of personal intrusion, but he could find none. “There must be something in the belief in spirits,” he muttered. “This house must be haunted. For groans and laughter reached not only my ears, but those of Joe’s also. With Ben Hawk and that mys- terious woman alive to threaten, and ghosts besides to annoy me, I have a tough case on hand. But I’m equal to it!” Comicbooks (e(0) me