The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 14: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. CHAPTER I. OFF FOR CHICAGO ON THE LIMITED, A loud knock upon the door of my bachelor apart- ment arouses me from a sound slumber, and opening my eyes I see by the little cricket clock on the mantel that the hour iacks but a few minutes of eight. Having been out on some important busi- ness during the better part of the past night, and with a smaller measure of success than I might wish, 1am not in the best of humor upon finding my rest disturbed; but business is business, and I have learned long ago how to make the most of a bad bargain. The rap sounds again, this time accompanied by the sharp, rasping voice of my landlady—which I am sure would arouse the Seven Sleepers. “Mr. Craig! Are you dead or alive in there?” “What’s all this row about, Susan?” I grumble, digging my knuckles into my eyes, the better to disperse the cohorts of the drowsy god. “A note from the office for you, sir,” m Gomicboo cS (e(e)