Under His Thumb — page 178: what you’re looking at

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UNDER HIS THUMB. : 169 - Beyond this door was a small bare room, lighted by a single gas jet. The light was sufficient to re- veal with perfect distinctness the figure of a man seated upon a rickety chair reading a morning news- paper. Hyjah stepped fartraie: and tapped lightly upon the glass with his forefinger. The man sprang to his feet, flung down the paper, and advanced toward the door. val. Croly stepped to the front, and found himself face to face with George Dyer, the foreman. The young man evidently recognized the detective at a glance, for he recoiled slightly, his countenance assuming a death-like pallor. But he did not attempt to flee. Instead he stood motionless as a statue, gazing squarely into the eyes of Croly. He did not open his lips; his hands hung at his sides, his fingers worked nervously, it could be seen that he trembled violently. For a full minute Croly gazed into Dyer’s face, to make sure there could be no mistake. He had met the foreman several times before the day of the tragedy, and was perfectly familiar with his fea- tures, and likewise with the many little motions and cestures which are as useful as faces for the identi- fication of individuals. Dyer bore the scrutiny as though it were a disagreeable ordeal which he could not escape. At last, when Croly turned away, the young man gave an audible sigh of relief. ‘‘Are you satisfied, Mr. Croly?’’? Hyjah asked. ‘‘T am satisfied. ’’ “Then we will go.’ “Wait; one See “Go ahead.” “George Dyer is here for me to look at by your orders?” “That is no secret, so I admit it,”’ “Very well; we will go.” “Now, look,’ said. the Hindoo detective to his ri- Eomichbooks m (E(0)