The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 75: what you’re looking at

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66 THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. fellow in some way, but dare not tell him I killed the cat, for fear lest he may become suspicious. Hence, I determine that when leaving the car, I will give him a fee to open his eyes and make him think Jam a Russian duke traveling incog. I am gratified to see him take the dead cat and toss it outside, basket and all. Thus all evidence of my work is destroyed. “Better luck, Sam, next time you try to smuggle a menagerie into Chicago,” I say. “Hope so, sah,” he replies, showing his-ivories, and besinning on a pair of boots. »-~ ‘comicboo ‘S.co m