The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 39: what you’re looking at

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30 THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. Somehow, I begin to wonder whether there may not be others still in the El Dorado, as our Pullman is named, connected with this case. How about the commercial traveler who has a seat opposite the nun, or the fast-looking “horsey” fellow, whose . face gives indication of much cunning, such as comes to a man who has long lived on his wits. There is another—the Professor. He still keeps one eye on his beloved violin; it must be a Cremona of rare tone to be so valued. In case of accident, I am sure they will never nest the old man out unless his violin comes also. | He sits there with his head thrown acid Crather like the cast of his face, and wonder iern under the sun, I have looked into those same eyes before; but this is no time for reflections based upon curi- osity alone. It occurs to me that the novel may have come in my seat from his hands; if so, who in the duse is he, that he desires to put me up to new wrinkles in the game that is being played? Harrisburgh is left behind; we cross the long bridge over the Susquehanna, and begin to follow the river up for many miles, to finally leave it, and advance up the valley of the lovely Juniata. The day is growing to a close. How weird the mountains appear around us, their tops outlined against the sky. It is a scene lam very fond of, but on this occasion I see without appreciating the charms of the rugged landscape, for my mind is busy with this strange mystery being worked toa conclusion on board the swift flying Limited ex- press. I have really grown weary watching the pair across the way. Through the whole afternoon they have acted like a coun of spoons, hardly RCHEINE comicbooks.co