Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 100: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

DARKE DARRELL. 91 ‘The table’s iron,” she said, placing her hand on it. ‘‘T know,” gruffly. ‘‘I have merely to sever a link in this chain. I can get through it in an hour.” ‘‘Tt’s getting darker, isn’t it?” she asked. ‘¢Of course. It is later in the day.” ‘* But it seems to me it’ssmoke. Don’t you smell smoke?” Tim said he didn’t. ‘‘ What noise is that?” the question preceded and followed by a rumbling noise. Flashes of light came in at the grating. Tim knew, then! He swore roundly. ‘“Don’t you comprehend?” fiercely, a pallor filling his face. ‘‘ Leotine’s set fire to the house!” Aunt Carlina was appalled. A faint cry broke from her lips; her face grew white and rigid; she clasped her hands together, forgetting her wounded arm, and sank to the floor in a stupor of despair. Gomicbooksco