Laura Brayton — page 97: what you’re looking at

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xa LAURA BRAYTON. And Nathan stared at a fellow with an empty sleeve by his side, and a green patch over his eye, who stood in the open door-way. “T’d just like to know how he got in, for the front door is locked, I know, and he has come from that way,” continued Nathan, aloud. “Through the keyhole, maybe!” said the sailor, with a sneer. “You couldn’t—the key fills it up!” muttered the astonished Sloth, walking out of the room at a sign from his master. “The easiest thing to use nippers on,” said Joe, exhibiting a pair of keyhole nippers such as have been in vogue with thieves for years. “Have you found out where the chap is that I’m to send a travelin’ to unknown parts?” added Joe, looking at the lawyer. “No, lam off his track for the present. But I will soon be on it again, IThope. Take this card; on it you will see the name and number of a porter- house near the basin. He goes there once in a while. Here is a carefully-written description of him. You had better watch around there for him till you hear from me. [will not rest until he is found.” — “All right, boss. Ill, go there with a friend, and drink, and play dominees, till he comes, or you send for me. So long, boss, so long.” And Joe turned and walked away. - In a few minutes Nathan Sloth entered the office. “Where’s Miss Luara gone to?” he asked, with a bewildered air. “I went to call her as you told me, and she ‘wasn’t down stairs, so I] went up stairs. There was her room wide open, she not in it, nor no sign of her anywhere around,” GComicbooks: co!