Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 146: what you’re looking at

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ea jz ol on DARKE DARRELL. | 137 ‘‘Your home is becoming lonely, Mr. Kendrick said, a shadow on his face. ‘“No, indeed!” she declared, enthusiastically. ‘‘I never want a better,” impulsively catching his hand and pressing it, her eyes shining into his face. ‘‘ George, why not oblige her?” Mrs. Kendrick asked. That settled the matter. When Mr. Kendrick started for Baltimore, Leotine ac- companied him, and made the journey a short and pleasant one, she was so chatty, so winning in her ways. He left her at a hotel, saying that he would be back in a few hours. ‘Now is my time,” Leotine thought. ‘‘I can see Darke, return here, and Mr. Kendrick will be none the wiser. He wouldn’t care if he knew, and hence it isn’t quite like de- ceiving him.” We are always apt at manufacturing excuses, when we find that we need them. She had Darke’s address, and found the house, after some delay and inquiry, but was doomed to disappoint- ment. The Darrells had moved, so. the new occupant told her. Just where, she didn’t know. They had been getting up in the world, and had douwght a house, somewhere. Per- haps she could find their new address by asking at the police office. ‘Where is that?” asked Leotine, caeiee across the woman’s loquaciousness. Fixing the reply in her mind, she hurried to the de- tective bureau. An hour had already passed by. She saw Mr. Marks. ‘¢Master Darrell is in New York,” he said. ‘* Can I serve you? Will you leave your name?” ‘©Tt doesn’t matter,” was Leotine’s reply, as she pre- GEomicbooks: co