Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 132: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 123 remember! Deborah Dunn did witness Mr. Westbrook’s will.” ‘¢ Mother, you are Deborah Dunn,” declared Darke. ‘* Must I appear in court?” she nervously asked, thereby admitting everything. ‘“No, mother. It can be fixed before an alderman. You will not mind that? Justice required it; then, too, we will get the reward.” His mother debated. ‘«“Three thousand dollars, mother,” continued Darke. ‘«‘That, with what I have laid up, will almost pay for a house on Calvert street. I have a particular one in view; it is empty now; the terms are easy; it is Just such a house as you would desire.” That settled it. y ‘It is only because I am so timorous, Darke. I consent; I'll even testify in court, if need be.” «Thank you, mother,” and Darke cut a pigeon-wing. ‘«’Three thousand dollars made as slick as a whistle. We will go to Mr. Stoddard’s office this afternoon.” She had given her word, and she was not one ceacyy to recede. They called on Mr. Stoddard, who seemed much grati- fied over the visit, and seemed especially polite to Mrs. Darrell. There were several lawyers and clerks present, but she did not feel overawed. The examination did not consume much time. ‘©You are Deborah Dunn?” «<That was my name before I was married.” << You were called in to see Mr. Westbrook die?” - €€T was called in to witness his will. I scarcely knew he ‘was sick.” ‘«¢ Did you live with him?” _ *T lived next door.” (ey naire JOO Ss (E(0)