When London Sleeps — page 187: what you’re looking at

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t + 4 # Ds Neel 182 wee THE ESCAPE ROOM. Bo, ee thought, this muscular rival of his. had ‘e obtained an opening in J,ondon, had he? That was worth knowing. It would be a clew to Queenie’s whereabouts, at any rate. She had beaten him for the present, but the game was not lost yet. A knock at the-door startled him. But in another instant he was relieved by the appearance of Mark Black wood. _‘‘Are you alone, captain ?’’ asked the latter, peer- ing about the room, which was but dimly lighted. ‘(Ves come in,’’ was the quick, rather irritable response. ‘‘Now, what’s your news??? Mark entered, closing the door behind him. ‘‘Bad,’’ he answered briefly. “Well, out with it.”? “Tve got kicked out from the Burlington.’ An expression. of relief passed over Haynes’ face. He had feared that it was something more personal to himself. Blackwood’s misfortunes were of no conse- quence to him, so long as they did not affect himself. ‘“What for? Theft?’ he asked, bluntly and con- Sseisel ys: « fe Veo. >) ‘Robbing the till, I suppose.” | ‘"No,’? said Mark, looking him full in the face, “robbing the queen’s mail, stealing letters for you.” “Oh, you were caught, oe >? said Haynes, indiffer- ently. “CWell, what do you come to me for???’ There was-an -ugly look in Blackwood’s narrow eyes as he came a step or two nearer and replied: : Dove done all your dirty work, but I’m sick iat “now. To the world at lareey: who don’t know you as Se Rk as ae | Ol m he da oh 7m , . ; ‘ it WI Ot: Fig oh a¢ a's 5 © A Be Ss rt ¥ a ee eee 4 : ie Res ape t We ve \ ere ee) Ps i | Bie Te Oe a fh Sag ies Jes : AE