The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 154: what you’re looking at

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THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. “45 a shock of electricity. I feel her eyes upon me— Jove! what a queer sensation they give a fellow. No longer do I blame Robert and the English lord for being her slaves—by a subtle witchery she can subdue almost any man. I hastily press her hand and drop it with something of a shudder. As I turn and leave the room it is all I can do to keep my eyes from answering the magnetic look she gives me. Is the girl trying her power on me? Well, for — once she has run across a hard subject; and yet I have realized her wonderful charms. As I retreat from the room in some little con- fusion, I am saying to myself, that had this girl lived in the early days of New England, she must surely have been burned at the stake as a witch. Never mind, victory has come to me, and I rejoice for the sake of my friends. | I have brought the proof of it with me, and can show them how an American detective works his case. Of course I mean to cast no reflections upon Billings, for in my time I too have followed a party pretty much around the world, endeavoring to secure something he held, only in my case it was a — . secret the man had to give up, and nothing tangible, that could be taken. My next move is to see the detective from over the water. I know where he fs apt to be found, and seek him below. Just as I expect, the man is watching the stairs and the elevator. He does not notice, or at least recognize me as I descend. “Billings, come with me,” I say, gently. “Ah! Mr. Craig, how goes the game?” he asks, eagerly, following me to the reading-room, WHET we find a vacant corner and sit down, GComicboo gS co