The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 205: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

196 THE TWIN DETECTIVES. Bob did not know how much, but he knew by his father’s triumphant face that it must be a considerable amount, ee Hetty had behaved very strangely ever since her arrival in New York. Her reason seemed partially restored. She had spoken a few words once or twice. Strange to say, these fragmentary sentences always bore reference to some child. Bob had very little patience with the insane creature. She formed a habit of wandering about the house, and. suddenly opening doors, peering into rooms, then running away with a crazy laugh. One morning Bob’s father came into his room while he was dressing. He brought in his mail, which had just arrived from England. Bob was standing before the glass, holding in his hand the red wig that transformed him into Mr. Brody. He heard a loud chuckle, and looking up he saw Hetty standing in the door-way watching him attentively. ‘‘ Bob!” she said, with great glee. The detective put the wig on hastily, then turned to his father, angrily: “‘Why do you leave that door unlocked?” ‘<1 forgot,” said the old man, apologetically. ‘“Do you see what mischief you have done?” Hetty still stood grinning in the door. “She will not remember it one moment,” said old Brierly, taking her by the arm, and leading her from the room. . «‘ How do you know that?” Bob was furious, but it was useless for him to say more; the mischief was done. He hoped that Hetty’s crazy brain would hot retain any impression of the incident, m cComichooks:.co