The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 186: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN DETECTIVES. 177 people by the name of Story, the grave gentleman with the black beard got acquainted with Mr. McLean. They were sitting in the parlor together, and had become quite friendly, when, all of a sudden, the stranger said: ‘““T see the detectives are still looking for the people who stole the Karl of Cuthbert’s body, in New York.” McLean started, and the quiet man watched him very closely through his blue glasses. ““Very foolish of them. I don’t believe the body was — ever taken out of Great Britain—do you?” The question was asked very suddenly. “‘T don’t know, Iam sure. Some people say it was, and — some say it wasn’t.” ‘Well, I think it is still in England. How would it be possible to bring it out here without being detected?” — ‘But still New York is full of Scotland Yard detectives, looking for the earl’s body among people’s luggage. Why, will you believe it, I have heard it asserted that it came out to this city in a black trunk ?” McLean’s face was an ashy gray now, and his pale fe trembled so he could not reply. ‘‘Absurd, is it not? Now, don’t you suppose the Amer- ican detectives are smart iia ie to catch any one who tried that game?” ‘YT should think so,” faltered the terrified man. “Of course. Now, my theory is out, McLean?” ‘“Yes; I have an engagement. J am going to meet Mr. Brody.” “Well, good-day; pleased to form your acquaintance.” ‘“‘ Good-day, sir.” ‘“Mr. .Brody’s other name is Hall,” said Hudson to himself. Bob did not return till evening, for that was the day he went to Brooklyn. What! are you going i Gom (Cc ,00 SS (E(0)