Bob Younger's Fate — page 88: what you’re looking at

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- BOB YOUNGER’S FATE, 79 ‘‘He axed lave to lay down in the corner there for a nap, as he was very slapy, and to tell the troot, he gave me a drop loike yerself; so I told him he might, seein’ as I was goin’ to stay in the room; but whin you come in with yer drunken antics I forgot all about the Dutchman.’ Belton glanced keenly around the room, but the Dutchman had disappeared. CHAPTER XIII. THE GERMAN TIN PEDDLER. Myra Ferry was seated in her home, a prey to the most terrible anxiety. She had no confidant but the detective with whom she might share her hopes and fears, because it was Belton’s desire that no one outside of themselves should know of the discov- | ery that they had made. In his long experience he had found that while two may keep a secret, three seldom can, so Myra’s parents were not possessed of any other idea than that Theo Howard ease the grave marked by his name. While the girl was thus sadly musing, she heard the door-bell ring, and later a servant brought her a card engraved with Julian Stark’s name. A flush came into her face, while her teeth were set firmly as she said: “Admit him.’’ For the next few moments the girl hada torribie struggle to keep her emotions within bounds, but when Julian Stark was ushered into her presence she was perfectly calm. ‘‘A sad meeting, Miss Myra,” said her caller, feel- mn COMING J00 KSA Ele)