The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 28: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN DETECTIVES, 19 ‘“T will take you to a private room,” he said to McLean. «We can’t talk here.” They rose, and leaving the room ascended a flight of stairs. ‘Hold on till I open the shutters,” said. Prescot. He passed into a small apartment, which was dark and close; groping his way through various articles of furniture, he threw back a heavy wooden shutter, and McLean, who had waited at the door, followed him in, and sat down on a shabby easy-chair. “Well?” said Prescot, following his example. ‘‘ Well, I came as soon as possible.” “‘ Yes, and just abouttime. What do you mean ty letting a Scotland Yard detective get into your house as a member of your family?” Lhe steward looked aghast. “Yes, I tell you. You’ve had Bob Brierly, the smartest detective in England, living in the bosom of your family.” <« [—haven’t.” ‘‘T know better.” ‘‘There is not a soulin my family except a raw young fellow—an Enelish boy. I hired him as an under-game- keeper. Some one has misinformed you.” >? ed “Raw young fellow!” Haw! haw! ‘< Well, so he is.” —T tell you it’s Bob Brierly. He can trick half the © thieves in London, but he can’t trick me. He would make you believe he was an old woman. He can disguise himself till his own mother would swear he was some one else.” «But this man is young—a mere boy—and easily im- , posed on.” «‘T dare say he makes you think so. So you have been imposing on Bob Brierly ?” The speaker laughed loud and long. ; e a. 4s / comicbooks