The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 29: what you’re looking at

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40 THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY, r CHAPTER III. IN THE TOILS OF THE SIREN. The vail falls again, and I draw a long breath. If Larz Andrews plays such trump cards as this beauty, I-do not wonder at his success. Robert Hammond is her slave—he will follow her almost to death. I see him endeavor to.touch her hand now and then; she plays her part to perfection, and excites his passion in a dozen little ways known to, her sex. The pretended father is deeply interested in a novel, and pays no attention to the young couple. He knows he-can trust.the girl to do what he wishes. By the merest chance in the world I look in the mirror at the end of the car, which reflects every- thing back of me. The quiet, dark-faced woman whom I have set down as some one’s companion, has partly risen from her seat. I see her makea few rapid movements with her hands, not unlike © the letters of the deaf and dumb alphabet, and wondering to whom she can be signaling, cast my eyes down the aisle until they rest upon—the nun. Ah! I understand now. Whether the person wearing that sober garb is a genuine nun or not, she is evidently the party my employer meant when he said I would discover some one else watching the game. - Jt grows more interesting. comicbooks