The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 175: what you’re looking at

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A 166 THE TWIN DETECTIVES. ‘<< T wonder if she remembers,” said Brierly, as he watched her face, that grew almost intelligent. ‘Remembers what?” asked Bob. «Remembers New York; this is her native place.” ‘‘ Was she always crazy?” ‘‘Certainly not. She lost her reason in consequence of a fall.” “Here or in England” ‘In England.” «<Then she may recover her reason here. I have heard of such things.” ‘<So have I; it will be interesting to watch her.” ““She does not: know me.” ‘“No; you are well disguised.” ‘¢Yes; the people in the house think I am a drummer.” “Ts this necessary for the case you are on?” «¢Yes. The man I am trailing is a drummer.” ‘Allright. - You are ii Pee Da STOOL Y.. » “Vl not forget. . I was a detective myself once.” It was the first time Bob had ever heard his father allude © to his past life. “* By the by, father, there is something I must warn you about.” “¢ Yes, Bob, and that is?” ‘‘There is here in New York a young man, a detective also, who is my living image.” A look came over the elder Brierly’s face which Bob did not understand. lt was not surprise. Bob stared at him a moment in perplexity. Somehow the expression on his father’s face gave him the idea that he expected to hear this. ‘‘His name is Hudson, father; and to avoid the con- fusion and mistakes that must have arisen if I had gone ae Gomicbooks (E(0) a9) *