The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 45: what you’re looking at

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THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. Aa Monsieur Roche took from his pocket a small sketch- book, borrowed a fine pen from the chief, and in a marvel- — ously short time had made a perfect likeness of the man. ‘©You will find him!” exclaimed the chief. ‘¢Why doyou think so?” ‘‘ Because you arein earnest. I wish you were one of my. agents?” ‘* What do you mean?” “That you are beautifully disguised. You took me in completely. If I had not seen your hands, I should never have suspected. But itisall right. I know your. introduc- tion is genuine. Some day, tell me who you are. The chief laughed, pleased to have shown his acuteness. Monsieur Roche merely--bowed. : CHAPTER XII. THE MARQUIS DIBERRI. ‘‘Hello! marquis, old fella, ha da dow? Ba Jawve, Ah’m glad to see ya! Ha d’yalike No Yawk? Hah?” “Well, I yet can zay not egzactly, [am so unaquaint.” ‘Ha! ha! yas. No, of cawse, ya cawn’t. Oh, but, ah saay, Marquis, ah’m gone t’ introduce ya round, ya know, befaw the season’s ova.” ‘‘Oh, ah, vralement. I musta egscuse you, buta I can. spe’k Engleesh so bad at present.” ‘‘Ha! ha! yas, to be sure. Mus’ ga roun’, ya know, though. Oh, ah saay, Alphonse, jolly glaad t’ see ya! Ma friend, Marquis d’Iberri. Marquis, ma friend, Mr. Gorinot. Ya'll be glad to knaw each other. Frenchman in Paris, “Merican heah. Caame ovah in stimmah togathah, Al- phonse.” Mr. Gorinot and the marquis acknowledged the intro- duction courteously, and the young swell ambled off, feel- ing that he had done his duty by the dignified young foreigner who had such difficulty with his English. i'wo remarkable men they were who stood before each other, gazing earnestly, not to say curiously, at one another. Both were models in face and figure, but they were as different in type as two men could well be. Lhe marquis was tall and muscular. His clean-shaven GComicbooks (E(0)