The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 92: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN DETECTIVES. 83 That evening, when Hall returned to the Stevens House, where he had left his mother, he found her more amiable than usual, but complaining of feeling ill. ‘‘T have such terrible pains in my chest and limbs, I am afraid of pneumonia,” she said. ““Indeed? J am very sorry,” replied her gon. “Yes, Archy; I want you to go to the drug-store and get me something for it.” A disinterested observer might have thought that, instead of looking sorry, Hall seemed glad. “‘Shall I go at once, mother?” “Yes; it is eight o’clock, and as soon as I get the med- icine I shall go to bed.” “Very well. If I had known you were so ill, I would have come home earlier. ‘‘It does not matter. I did not feel ill till about an hour aco.” Hall went to the nearest drug-store and asked for a strong sleeping draught for a person threatened with pneumonia ~ and in great pain. The druggist put it up after asking the age of the patient. Hall told him, and added that he wanted it strong, as she was accustomed to taking narcotics. He brought the medicine to Mrs. Hall, who was in her chamber. | «‘ Here it is, mother,” he said; ‘‘the druggist says if one dose does not produce any effect, take another in half an hour.” The lady took the bottle, remarking that she would take it right away. _ She opened a trunk to get a measuring-glass for the med- icine, and left her keys sticking in the lock. Hall watched her eagerly. ‘‘©Good-night, Archy; I’m going to bed.” «Very well, mother. Can I do anything for you?” comicbooks (elo) ir.) nen