The Girl from Hong-Kong: A Story of Adventure Under Five Suns — page 61: what you’re looking at

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THE GIRL FROM HONG-KONG. BB Pekoe Tay has been deftly packing the little leather portmanteau, and has finished his task. ‘“‘Door fast on outside,’’ he announces. It was free enough when Pekoe ay crept into the room some hours before, and stretched himself there to intercept any possible interloper—indeed, he had sought in vain to discover some means of securing it. “This looks suspicious—as though the enemy might be aiming a blow at me in particular. But there is no time for figuring it out now. The window is our only hope.”’ Pekoe Tay has secured a rope, which he attaches to the portmanteau, and then launches the latter over the ledge, lowering away until the ground is reached. Luckily there are no twenty-seven-story hotels in Bombay—people in India, where earthquakes sometimes play havoc with things in general; prefer to live close to Mother Earth, and leave lofty aspirations to those pro- gressive Yankees across the sea, who will never rest patisfied until they have been able to annihilate space by means of some substitute for wings. . It is a small matter, therefore, gaining terra firma from their lodgings, and botli slide down the rope with -the agility of jack tars. The portmanteau is carried toa place of safety, and then they watch the working of the native department, comicbooks.com