The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 25: what you’re looking at

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16 THE TWIN DETECTIVES. «‘This difference—a lame man steps heavily with his good foot, and lightly with his bad one.” ‘« Does he?” ‘‘ Yes; and the steward is a dame man.” “Ts her” “Ts he? Does he?” repeated the old man, crossly. ‘«< Really, sir, your conversation is not very amusing.” «Excuse me, sir; I am preoccupied. Ive had bad news, to-day,” replied the steward, humbly. ‘‘Indeed.. What kind ps news? Family news, eh?” ‘¢ Yes, sir—family news.’ “Have you. Well, a ll not disturb you, for this is my station. Good-by, sir.’ The old man left the carriage and walked briskly off. When he was out of sight of Mr. McLean he signaled to a conductor. << Sir,” sald the man. ‘“Put me in an empty compartment.” He raised the lapel of his coat and showed a detective’s badge. ‘< Yes, sir—come along.” ‘¢ Admit no one till we reach London.” When the train was once more in motion the old man took off his hair, beard, and spectacles. He then removed his eyebrows, and passed a damp sponge over his face. The old man was gone, and there sat Bob Brierly. He next opened a small satchel which he carried, and took out a hand-murror, a few pots and brushes, a wig, eyebrows, and blue eye-glasses. In about ten minutes a dark-com- plexioned young man occupied the car. He looked a thor- ' ough ‘‘ sport,” wore a flashy necktie and yellow gloves, and carried a short, thick cane, with a leather strap on the end of it, the kind affected by horsy men. He smelled of strong cigars and brandy, and when he got out of the carriage at _ St. Pancras Station he had a straw in his mouth. (E(0) = cEomicbooks m