The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 178: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN DETECTIVES. 169 ‘¢{ wish I knew any police officer, or detective,” said she. ‘-T know one, if you wish to employ him,” said Mrs. Parsons. “Yes, certainly I do,” ‘Well, I will send for him. He is young, but he is the smartest detective in New York.” ‘¢Send for him as soon as possible. Will you allow me to remain here till he comes?” ‘‘Cetainly I will. My brother would never forgive me if I sent you away.” ‘¢ Your brother has a good heart, then,” said Mrs. Mor- — dred, in a strange, low tone. ‘*Good heart! I should think he has. He is the noblest man that ever breathed, and the most charitable.” ‘“T am thankful to you.” ‘You are welcome. Now I will write to Charlie Hud- son, and tell him to come without delay.” ‘<Thank you so much. And now, if you will excuse me, I would be glad to rest.” ‘Certainly. Gertrude will take you to aroom which you can occupy while you are with us.’ After her wandering life, and miserable years spent in the wrong path, she slumbered peacefully in the home of the husband of her happy, innocent youth. Mrs. Parsons wrote her letter, and sent her neat little handmaiden to post it. In the afternoon of the day after Mrs. Mordred arrived at the cottage, Charlie Hudson came in obedience to Mrs. Parsons’ request. «Go in thére, Charlie,” said the old lady, who met him — at the door. ‘‘ There isa woman there who has a story to tell, and if I mistake not, a confession to make.” ay Charlie entered the little parlor. ‘©This is Mr. Hudson, Mrs. Mordred,” said Mrs, Parsons. comicbooks 1 G(0) Aa = =>