The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 42: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN DETECTIVES. 33 The son was fair-complexioned, and very youthful-look- ing for his age, which was twenty-five. He was the perfect fac simile of the English detective, Bob Brierly. The niece was a very pretty girl, with regular features, a clear, pale complexion, and glossy, dark hair. Her eyes were large, soft, and brown, and her expression ss: and intelligent. Madge Lippencot looked like what she was—a true- hearted, loving woman, with a clear head, and plenty of pluck and determination. ‘Mother, I cannot tell you how proud I am that the in- spector detailed me on this case,” said the young man, as he handed his cup to be replenished. ‘“No, Charlie, I am sure you cannot, and I cannot tell you how proud I am of my clever son. Why, you have more important cases given to you than some of the officers who are old enough to be your father.” ‘“Yes; and I believe it is all fair, too—I mean I have never tried to become a favorite.” ‘“T know you have not, except by doing your duty faith- fully,” said the fond mother. ‘‘What makes them suspect the thieves brought the earl’s body over here?” asked Madge. ‘Because they think the same parties who stole A. T. Stewart’s body committed this robbery also.” ‘‘ Horrible wretches!” said the old lady, with a shudder. ‘“Yes, mother. I would not have shocked you by talk- ing about it, but lam proud of being detailed on such a case. It will make my reputation if I can only succeed in tracing them.” By this conversation it will be seen that Bob Brierly’s living likeness was also a detective. He was, however, an American born and bred. His mother was. the widow of an officer who had been 4 Eomicboo S) co mm "'“ ie i= : % ; . TT an) ’