Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 121: what you’re looking at

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112 DARKE DARRELL. CHAPTER XXIII. “WHERE NOW?” After Leotine had escaped from the crowd she turned into the nearest cross street, walking quite briskly. She was at a loss to know why the detectives had at- tempted to arrest her. Had Darke lost faith in her? Did he believe her guilty of treachery?” For hours she wandered aimlessly about the streets, and toward evening found herself at the Courtlandt-street ferry. A noisy newsboy passed her calling out the respective papers. } The words ‘‘ Fire on Amity street—a den of counterfeiters broken up,” caught her ear. She hailed the boy and bought a paper, which she anxiously opened after taking her seat in the cabin of the ferry-boat. Her sharp eye quickly alighted upon the report of the conflagration, and the discovery of the counterfeiters’ den. Leotine read the sensational head-lines, then the details which followed, her eyes shining, her face aglow. There was a highly-colored version of the affair, with an account of incidents that had never occurred to Darke, thereby exalting his shrewdness beyond anything that he had de- served. Further down the column her eyes rested on the follow- ing attractive head-lines: “Second edition!—Still further particulars!—Death of Pedro Cassandra, the leader of the gang!—Killed in a railroad accident!—The body arrives at the burnt house! —The little incendiary!—Her mysterious escape!—A GEomicbooks.com