Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 246: what you’re looking at

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238 CRAIG HAS IT ALL ARRANGED. ‘“Bob, I do believe he has guessed it,’’ from Gypsy, in some little excitement. ‘CResemblance—what do you mean, Craig ?”’ ‘“She looks like her pa—noticed it as soon as I saw ’em—remember I asked you, Bob, if they were re- lated, and you said emphatically no. Hadn’t got on to things then, eh? Know more now than ever be- fore in your life, I reckon.”’ The Senator laughs, and all join in, even Bob, on whom the joke falls. ‘‘Ves, I admit the corn this time, ladies and gen- tlemen. Craig is as shrewd as a Vidocg over in Paris, a man who never let a case puzzle him long. But, come, business demands our attention. I am sure Craig is here because the grand climax is near at hand when we will lift the vail that screens the end. He looks eagerly at the man who deals in mystery, and Craigs nods affirmatively. ‘“This is my mission, gentlemen—ladies. First of all I called upon the sad lady who lived at the AIl- hambra—was a city directory man this time, with book and bottle of ink, and a dozen questions. Made my way into her parlor, and occupied the best chair with an assurance none of Trow’s men could beat, I’m positive. ‘Found the old gentleman was in the next room reading—had a glimpse of him—asked who he was, and learned that he was a visitor, whose name was not necessary as a feature of the directory; when she went in to ask him a question, used my ears, and heard her call him ‘father.’ ”’ ——J Gomichooks:co i =>