When London Sleeps — page 151: what you’re looking at

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146 IN THE TOILS. CHAPTER XIV. IN THE OILS. “Hush! what’s that?’ It was just after Queenie had been made a captive, and it was Hilda Corrode’s voice that uttered the words. The cause of her exclamation was a loud knocking upon the hall door. Haynes hesitated a moment, and then tossed her ~ the key. ‘Openit!?’ he said, briefly. Hilda obeyed, and a man, with a smooth face and a sharp nose, ‘entered Reet pitaiele. “Mark Blackwood!’ exclaimed Haynes and Hilda simultaneously,: both scenting danger from this man’s appearance. ‘“Haven’t a minute to spare,’’ panted Mark, hur- riedly. ‘‘That chap, her sweetheart, has found it all out.’? This was indeed serious news, news that might cause the undoing of all those well laid, and, up to this point successful, plans. ‘“How ?’’? demanded Haynes, shortly. ‘She dropped the letter,’’ replied Mark, in the same jerky way. ‘‘He’s on his way here now. JI rushed up to warn you in time,”? ‘Is he alone?” ~comicbooks com