Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 159: what you’re looking at

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‘he could command to the residence of Mr. Cavan, the real estate agent and friend of Mr. Gayland. He was confident that, as the capitalist had called in the ex detective when the thousand dollar bill disappeared, he had done the same thing when the safe was robbed of six times as large a sum. He had often been to the house on errands, and he was able to find it in the darkness of the night without any difficulty; and he did not hesitate to ring the bell vigorously, for he felt that the business upon which he had come from the lake justified his call at this unseemly hour. He repeated the ring several times before he obtained any response. “Who's there? The doctor lives next door on the left! ”’ said a man in a night shirt, putting his head out of the window over the front door, expressing himself with no little impatience, and it was possible that others had made the mistake his reply suggested. “IT don’t want the doctor; I wish to see Mr. Cavan on the most important business,” replied the midnight visitor. ‘Call at the office in the morning. I don’t do business at this hour of the night,” answered the agent. “| have six thousand dollars with me, and I must carry it off wat me if you don’t let me in.’ “Who are you?” demanded the prudent business man. “ Paul Gayland.” In five minutes more Mr. Cavan was at the door. CHAPTER XXXV.—AN INTERVIEW WITH THE Ex DETECTIVE. “‘Wuat did you say your name was?” asked Mr. Cavan, as he opened the door wide enough to obtain a look at the visitor at this late hour. ‘Paul Gayland,” replied the captain in the most decided tone he could command. The real estate agent opened his door a little wider, for evidently he did not recognize the young man in his blue yacht uniform and white cap; but he had lighted the gas in the hall of his house, and its aid enabled him to see the face of the visitor. ‘Come in, 1f you please, and let me have a better look at you,” said Mr. Cavan, resuming his natural politeness. “ It’s a month since I saw you last, and you don’t look as you did then.” “IT cannot have changed very much in that time, though I wear different clothes,” added Phil. ‘ All right, young man; I know you now, and I hope you are very well,” continued Mr. Cavan, extending his hand to the midnight caller. ‘Quite well, I thank you; never better,” replied the captain, taking the proffered hand. “I hope Mr. Gayland 1s in good health, for I have not heard a word from him or of him since I went away.” “ He is very well, though I think he misses you very much, and he seems to be rather melancholy, like a man who has been disappointed in this life and is looking forward to one more hopeful. You left his house rather sud- GOH GoOOO ‘SS (GO) un |