The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 209: what you’re looking at

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200 THE TWIN DETECTIVES. The evening passed pleasantly. Gertrude carried up some supper to Mrs. Mordred, with ‘the son aes S Pom pM eneey and a request that she should ‘‘ eat hearty.” “Tell him I thank him kindly,” said the stranger, in a queer, choked voice. It was a custom of the house that after all the others re- tired for the night, the captain should sit up and enjoy a quiet smoke. That night, when all was still, he sat as usual, with his feet on the fender, watching the wreaths of blue smoke float above his head. He thought he heard a stealthy Loobstep on the stairs. He listened. Yes, some one was creeping softly down, evidently anxious to ayoid waking the sleeping household. «'That’s the strange woman,” thought the sailor, ‘I wonder what she is going to do.” He listened, and heard the key of the front door turned. «‘ By George? she is going to make off | The captain sprang to his feet, and in an instant he was in the passage. The woman stood there, cloaked and vailed. «‘ What does this mean?” asked the captain. She stood trembling before him, but never answered a word. ‘Surely you are not going away like this! Stealing out when people sleep, like a thief!” said the captain, sternly. “‘T am worse than a thief!” replied the woman, in a low tone. | Something in her voice made the captain start. ‘*Come in here and talk with me. I have heard your story from my sister; but there may be something else to tell. You may have kept back something.” He took her gently by the arm, and drew her into the room, m 4 2 3 Gomicbooks (Eo)