The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 52: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN DETECTIVES. 43 on the Scythia on Tuesday, and this conversation took place on Saturday. ‘‘ Where are you going, Archy?” she asked, as he took up his hat to leave. ‘<'T'o see McLean. He telegraphed to meet me ata Pate where we have met, and I wish to see him without delay.” ‘* You will come here to-morrow ?” “Yes. Good-night.” — McLean and his daughter were staying at a small east-end hotel much frequented by commercials and drummers. The steward was plainly dressed in a suit of gray, and was not noticeable in any way. Jean wore handsome mourning, presented by the Earl of Cuthbert to all on his estate, in token of respect for his late father’s memory. The steward and his daughter were sitting together, feel- ing rather dull and lonely, when a card was presented by a waiter. ‘Mr. Hall. Show him up. I think you had betterleave ~ 9,7) 6am The girl rose to go, and as she passed out she met their visitor. He looked at her admiringly. She remembered his face. She had seen him at Montrose Hall during one of the late earl’s brief visits to the estate. Jean had been greatly surprised by their sudden de- parture from home. She believed the story of their sudden accession to wealth by the death of a relative. She was delighted, for she was ambitious as she was beautiful. She had always scorned her father’s position as a servant. She fancied she ought by rights to be queening it in the hall. If the young earl had not been so proud and haughty she would have tried her fascinating arts on him, but he ignored her. She was nothing but a peasant in his eyes. ((@) (E(e) Al (E ooo) ESS