The Mission of Poubalov — page 67: what you’re looking at

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IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY. 63 CHAPTER VIII. a IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY. Nothing would deter Clara from a trip to police head- arters after luncheon, and, as in the forenoon, her u in Louise accompanied her. As they entered the ila 1g in Pemberton Square, they met the infirm old an, Dexter, he who had arrived late at the church, he hom Clara had interrupted in conversation with Mr. mbroke. He bowed to the young ladies with an at- my at graciousness, and reached for the shapeless, soft p that covered his head, but he only succeeded in pull- @ the visor awry, and he passed them, mumbling about 6 weather. “Tam afraid,’’ said Clara, ‘‘that my trouble is making s harsh toward everybody, but that old man seems to , e the most disagreeable and repulsive being I ever saw. 9 is he?”’ . “I only know that his name is Dexter,’ ' replied Louise; 6 has some business with papa, I believe.’ Clara inquired for the detective who had been assigned oe Strobel case, and after such delays as are naturally ident to strangers making their first call at the offices a “the department, she was confronted. by Mr. William wker, a commonplace-looking individual, who said: “Well, ladies, what can I do for you?”’ “Tam Miss Hilman,”’ replied Clara. “Ah!” and Bowker raised his brows regretfully, ‘‘I in- your uncle this forenoon, ne Hilman, of what I 3 done and found in the matter.’ 4 “He told me about it, but I couldn’t be satisfied with a port at second hand. Won't you tell me just what you id him?” comicbooks * ats isi@ 7 (C@