The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 46: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN DETECTIVES. Bay 0 back street ; a small house in an unpretending neighbor- hood. Bob jumped out of the carriage, and dismissed it, then entered the house. ‘* Hallo, Bob!” called a man who sat in the front room, reading a newspaper. ‘“‘ Hallo, father!’ replied Bob. ‘* Busy as usual, I suppose?” asked the man, carelessly. “Yes, busy as usual,” Bob replied, and passed up stairs. His own room was a very large one, full of trunks and wardrobes, where he kept his numberless disguises. In a closet he had as large an assortment of wigs, pots, and bot- tles of rouge, mustaches, and eyebrows, as any famous actor. He removed his sporting costume, and dressed in an or- dinary business suit, after removing all trace of paint and powder from his face. When he left the room he was once more Bob Brierly, the simple-looking, fair-complexioned boy. ‘‘T want something to eat,” he said to the man he ad- dressed as father. “All right; I'll get Hetty to attend to you.” He called out at the top of a flight of stairs, and an old woman came shuffling up with a tray in her hand. Bob sat down and made a hurried meal, drank a cup of coffee, and hurried off. The’ man he called ‘‘father” sat down and resumed his reading. He was unlike his son—being a large, indolent- looking man, with white hair and peculiar yellow eyes. He had coarse features, and a cruel, sensual mouth! The old woman was a wild-looking creature, and it was evident to even a casual observer that she was insane. A singular household! Bob lost no time in presenting himself at the office of he inspector. He informed that official that he needed the (ate) Eomicbooks