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94 DARKE DARRELL. The two men again exchanged glances. ‘T'wo other men joined them from across the way. They, too, were detec- tives, and Darke recognized one of them. ‘«‘Helloa, Patsey!” cried Darke; don’t you mind how we ‘worked up’ that diamond robbery at Cape May between us 2” «Don’t I, my jolly boy?” with a grab at Darke’s hand, ‘‘How did you get out of there?’ with a nod toward the house. ‘‘ Word came to headquarters that you were in a tight place.” ; “‘T knocked down a couple of the ruffians, then Jumped out of the second-story window,” answered Darke. ‘‘ We can make a fine catch here, if we are sharp. Patsey, intro- duce me to your friends.” . : “Eh?” and Patsey stared. ‘‘Why, don’t you know’ — each other? I saw you were having a confab.” ‘‘T introduced myself, but your friends were not suffi- ciently amiable to reciprocate,” answered Darke, with a | grin. ‘<Mr. Wentworth, Mr. Downey, Mr. Redfield, better | known as Bow-Legs,” and Patsey waved his hand to each in ; turn. ‘Gentlemen, this is Darke Darrell, the Boy Dectec- tive of Baltimore. He is game all the way through.” a Darke’s captors colored, and looked crest-fallen. : “Don’t apologize, gentlemen,” laughed Darke. ‘‘I1. don’t blame you for not believing me; I’m very mulish ; in that respect myself. I was cornered in there, and nothing but ‘ gumption’ saw me through. I scrawled off message, and flung it out of the window. ) “And it came straight to the office,” declared one of the men. ‘‘ Had you mentioned that sooner, we would have believed you at once.” “Say!” suddenly exclaimed one of the men, pointing, “‘Isn’t that smoke rolling up against the window there? Eomicbooks.com ‘ i i p * ee Ser a, oe SS ee ee ee Sd 5 ¥ ‘ = eT gE