The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 159: what you’re looking at

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15007 THE TWIN DETECTIVES. When Bob presented himself at the drug-store, he was met by a very polite German. Where was Mr. Story to be found? He did not know, but a letter left there would reach him within a day or two. Where did Mr. Story live? He did not know. Bob wrote a few lines, requesting an interview with the mysterious veterinary surgeon, and gave his address at the Grand Central. He had nothing to do then but to return to New York, and wait the result. When he reached the city, he stopped at the inspector’s office to inquire for letters. There was one for him. He glanced at the superscription, and did not seem overjoyed. He tore the envelope open, impatiently, and read this: ‘“Drar Bos: I don’t believe I ever told you that [am an American. It is not too latenow. Ihave been longing to see my old home (New York) ever since you went out, and, oddly enough, business now calls me there. ‘«Inclosed find the reason. You know my aversion to writing. so ex- cuse any further explanation till we meet. ‘*T sail on the Nevada on Saturday, so you can look out for me, and meet me, I am such a stay-at-home that I will make a helpless tray- © eler. *‘T can, however, depend upon you, dear boy. ‘Your affectionate father, Purr BRIERLY.” The letter was not dated, and the postmark so blurred as to be illegible. ‘* Here is a nice piece of business!” said Bob, furiously. He then glanced at the ‘‘ inclosed.” | It was a slip cut from the London Times, requesting the heirs of the ‘‘late Peter N. Brierly to apply to, Messrs. Fogg & Gossip, No. — Broadway, and hear of something to their advantage.” Gomicbooks (E(0) m =