Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 128: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 119 CHAPTER XXyV. . DARKE’S MOTHER INTERESTED. Darke’s mother, though not usually a demonstrative - woman, almost went off into hysterics, upon beholding him. The hug which she gave him was almost as vigorous as that of a polar bear. At ten that evening he gave his mother a full account of all his adventures since she had last seen him, and of his - engagement by Mr. Cassandra to institute a search for his stolen child. ‘Tl also have another job in hand,” he added; ‘one which will bring me a few thousand dollars if I succeed. But I have so little ground to work on, and it unearthsa matter which must have happened fifteen or twenty years ago.” | «That makes it all the more troublesome, I should judge,” commented his mother. ‘Tam to hunt up some woman who lived in Trenton, ‘that many years ago.” | Mrs. Darrell’s face suddenly manifested interest. ‘What was her name?” she asked, with seeming indiffer- ence. ‘<T’1l tell you in a minute,” and Darke felt in his pockets for the card. Deborah Dunn,” reading. There was a slight play about the muscles of Mrs. Dar- rel’s mouth. ‘‘She lived in Trenton once, and that’s all I know about her,” added Darke. ‘The other detectives were looking for her, so it’s not likely that she’s there any more. Why, Gomicbooks.co