The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 102: what you’re looking at

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THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. J3 As Ipass by the old Jew he turns, suddenly con- celving a notion. “IT beg your pardon, sir, but did the doctor say that young man brought here from the Limited ex press, was dead?” he asks, lifting his hat, politely. I stop and look at him. “That was what he said, sir. Any relation of yours, may | ask?” and the pencil is taken from my pocket. The Jew shows alarm—the last thing he could wish would be to have his name published in con- nection with the tragedy. “Oh! no, indeed, sir. I heard of the case, and was interested—that is all,” he replies. “Oh! I was in hopes you might throw some light - on the affair. It is such a deep ee? you know, we would welcome facts.” “T know nothing.” With which remark he hastens down the street. Looking around once or twice, and seeing me ap- parently following him, he quickens his pace almost to a run, and reaching a street where a car is just passing, swings himself aboard. No doubt he believes himself safe from pursuit now, and so he may be for the present, but if I had anything to gain by it, Iam positive I could put my hand on the Jew within half an hour. All that would be necessary would be for me to visit the oreat caravansary on State street, and ask to be shown to the suite of elegant apartments occupied. by the English colonel, Larz Andrews, and his daughter. That is where the fellow is making for Kits all the speed that Chicago’s south- side cable road can take him, comicboo as! Be Sara Oe so ge a ae ned Pearce ne ea mn ahaa y Sag tale es crete Gabe a ze geil tage ON aie Ce lian cea sree ‘ wee ia ao . x 4 ‘ cS. (eo) PEt