The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 85: what you’re looking at

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| "6 THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. with amazing cleverness. Her face is pale, her eyes wide open with a look of horror, and she seems to be gasping—indeed, as we draw near them I hear her exclaim in what must be a piteous tone: “Not dead! not dead! it cannot be—my poor, poor Robert. J will not believe it! No! no!” As for the colonel, he seems to be wholly con- cerned with the girl, begging her to compose her- self, and acting just asa solicitous father should over his dear child. Really those in the car, not in the secret, must feel very much for the couple. A number have already crowded the narrow aisle where the porter still stands. There is the manager and actor, the commercial traveler, the gentleman from section six, who is with two Chicago ladies. the Englishmen, and last but not least, Acton and myself. No hand is daring avail to drag aside the heavy curtains of the section until I grasp them and Bay. to the porter: “Unhook these, man.” Then I part ther and thrust my head and shoul- ders into the berth. The broad glare of light falls upon Robert’s face, for in attempting to arouse him, the porter has turned him upon his back. It looks white, but his eyes are shut, and this gives me an idea he is not yet dead. I feel his head—it is cold. Then I raise an arm; OSE I let it go, it falls like a stone. Next I tear open his Wee. has kept it on—and place my hand over his heart. There is a little warmth here, but ah, so little, and I believe I can feel it. faintly beat—ust the softest throb in the world. ‘comicbooks me “+ com