The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 22: what you’re looking at

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

THE TWIN DETECTIVES. ~——«418- Jean was anxious about him, though she would have been indignant if any one had told her so. She sat up till ten o’clock, and then retired, leaving the _ door unfastened, for Donald was also from home. ‘‘] hope Donald won’t be leading George away—he is so simple, poor fellow!” she said to her ‘‘ servant-lass,” a woman of some forty years. ““T hope not. He’s a gude lad,” + en chaed the lass, fer- vently. When McLean reached the railway station he took his seat in a second-class carriage, and drew a letter from his pocket. He was soon lost in the perusal of the epistle, which was — a long one. Another man got into the carriage, and off they started. McLean looked up at his companion. He was a very rosy-faced old man, with bushy white beard and hair, and overhanging, bristly eyebrows, and wore gold spectacles. ‘ He seemed in a bad humor, and grumbled to himself in a thin, cracked voice: ‘< Never saw such neglect in my life. Came as near as possible missing the train.” McLean read on. He evidently was engrossed by his own business, and did not want to be sociable. ‘““Do you want that window up, sir?” piped the old man. | ‘No; put it down if you like,” replied the steward, ab- sently. ‘‘T’ll trouble you to do it, sir. You are younger than I, I judge.” ‘Very well,” said McLean, and he closed the writin and resumed the study of his letter. ‘Dreadful business this!” the stranger began. «What business?” asked McLean, rather impatiently. co comichbooks