Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 113: what you’re looking at

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104 DARKE DARRELL. The light from the lamp flashed upon the faces of Tim and Oarlina. The latter, white from fright, was leaning against the wall, one hand grasping her swollen shoulder. ‘‘Tand me that,” Patsey ordered, pointing to the re- volver in ‘l'im’s hand. Tim scowled, but at once complied. Darke and his companions leaped into the vault. The faces of half a dozen firemen appeared above the opening. he water thrown into the building by the fire-engines dripped through the floor; a damp, scorched, smoky smell pervaded everything. ‘That door is locked,” Darke said. ‘‘ How did you get in here?” his eyeson Tim. | “<The same way you did, and about as fast,” growled Tim. ‘‘I wasn’t writing at the desk, though,” with a erin. Darke did not comprehend. ‘* He was pushed in, head over heels,” volunteered Aunt Carlina. Darke stared at her. ““ Who pushed him in?” he asked. “You might guess,” answered Aunt Oarlina, with a scowl. ““ Leotine?” asked Darke, his face lighting up. “Yes. She tricked mein the same way. I believe my shoulder-blade’s broken. Tim came to see how you were getting along; I came to see how Tim was getting along. She came behind us. She first tumbled Tim into the hole, then me; then she set fire to the house. She’sas bad as you can find them.” The pleased look entirely overspread Darke’s face. He scarcely knew why he should be so delighted at learning that Leotine had not only not taken part in the conspiracy against him, but had avenged it, so far asit had been in her power, Eomicbooks.¢co a _—