When London Sleeps — page 166: what you’re looking at

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Ly) MORNING. OF SUNSHINE, tas C3 § his ears. “Oh!? she burst out. ‘You deceitful, hateful, abandoned, ugly, little wretch!’ “Sorry I don’t suit,’? returned Sammy, with a erin. | And then, thinking he had gone as far as it was wise to go, he relented. ‘‘Never mind, Carrie, I was only joking. Here it is.’? And with that he produced the pocketbook. All excitement, Carrie dragged him down beside her upon the step of the porch, and together they proceeded to open the pocketbook and examine its contents. They had no thought whatever as to whether they had a right to meddle with another person’s property, and, if they had had, considering who that other person was, 1t would not have mat- tered to them in the least. The contents on the whole proved absorbingly interesting. There were betting papers, I. O. U.’s, unpaid bills and a letter from: one of the most notorious counterfeiters‘in London. “By Jove!’ exclaimed Sammy, as they came across this last, ‘* the captain will swear when he finds he has lost this. On the very face of this letter, he’d get ten years.’’ Then followed* the most exciting find of all. A letter from Hilda Corrode pleading for the return of her child, and several receipts for money paid out for the keep of this child, with an address at the head of the receipts. Sammy and Carrie looked at each other. anger. It would ve ore her heart good to box comicbooks , ¥ ‘ . corr - ‘ a ? ‘ : aN y