Under His Thumb — page 56: what you’re looking at

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UNDER HIS THUMB. | 47 ““How long have you worked in this printing office?’’ ‘*Nearly four years.’’ ‘You were young when you began, then?”’ ‘“‘L was fifteen.’’ “You called upon Mr. Waldron in the counting- room quite early this morning, did you not?’’ The girl’s face grew deathly pale, and she recoiled. ‘“Who said I did?”’? she demanded. | ‘“Tsaw you. You seemed to wish to conceal your identity, but you failed to disguise- your walk. So, when you came back to work I noticed you. We de- tectives have to notice some fine points, you see?”’ — *‘Are you a detective, sir?’’ “IT am at work on the mystery enshrouding the murder of Mr. Waldron. So you must give me all the light you can on the subject.”’ ‘Tl know nothing about it, sir.’’ “Did he appear as usual when you were with him ?’’ ‘Tl haven’t admittied that I was the vailed lady whom you saw.’ ‘‘And I haven’t said the lady was vailed. I said you were disguised. Caught, my girl—but don’t be alarmed. Just tell us all about it.”’ Stella trembled violently. She was a keen-witted, fearless girl. But somehow this spectacled man made her feel strangely defenseless. It seemed as though he knew whether she were telling all or only ‘a part of the truth every time she spoke. ‘I went to see him upon private business,’’ she said, her glance falling before the fixed gaze of the detective. ‘“Concerning yourself ?”’ ‘*No, sir—about a friend,”’ (Ele) mn =comicbooks