Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 118: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. ; 109 ters which you received. They were not intended for you.” ‘‘T am almost dumfounded,” replied the husband. «Vl find out all about this affair,” a resolute expression on his lips. The suspicions of the policeman were aroused; he conjec- tured that the little bit of by-talk was intended for him alone; he whispered a few words to another officer; the lat- ter passed in under the rope, and returned in a few min- utes, accompanied by Darke Darrell. “*Mr. Darrell, this is Mr. Pedro Cassandra,” the com- municative policeman said. _ * Pleased to see you, sir,” answered Darke, extending his hand. _ Mrs. Cassandra’s handsome eyes were fastened upon Darke’s face. «Are you the—the—boy-detective?” she asked, her voice so much like Leotine’s that he gave her a second look. «‘T hey call me that, I believe,” he answered. ‘‘We had your dispatches properly and promptly sent,” she said. ‘* We were passing by. ‘The missile fell right at our feet.” “Oh, you were? You did?” asked Darke, in glad sur- prise. ‘‘I am a thousand times obliged to you.” Just then he, for the first time, saw little Vascar. ‘The boy’s face was so much like Leotine’s, that Darke lifted his hand to his forehead in a bewildered way. But from that, and the name, and Mrs. Cassandra’s voice, he promptly drew an inference. ‘«“You are uneasy about Leotine?” he asked, his eyes holding Mrs. Cassandra’s. «‘ Yes!” with a gasp, catching his hand. ‘*‘ You know her? She is safe?” «©Oh, yes,” and Darke spoke assuringly. ‘‘ No doubt we can find her. She was stolen from you?” Eomicbooks (E(0) m