Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 51: what you’re looking at

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42 DARKE DARRELL. ~ She stared at the floor, toyed with the tassel of her par- asol, then asked: ‘* Who was that gentleman?” ‘With the spectacles? Mr. Stoddard, a wine merchant. Lemuel Stoddard. Do you know him?” ‘No, sir,” Mrs. Darrell said. The man’s name did not give her any clew. ‘““T couldn’t help overhearing, awhile ago,” she said, with embarrassment. ‘‘I sat just outside the railing. You wish to learn something about Deborah Dunn?” | “Yes,” and Mr. Marks’ face manifested sudden interest. ‘Do you know her?” Sl did.” ‘““Youdid. ‘Then she is dead?” disappointedly. ‘*No; [don’t think that she is. I am sure that she isn’t.” “Ah!” elevating his brows, paper in front of him, and a pencil between his thumb and finger. ‘*‘ Do you know whereshe is? Orwhere she lived when you last saw her?” His earnestness rather alarmed her; at least she grew cautious. ‘Perhaps it would have been better had I remained quiet,” she said. “Why?” ““T may get myself into trouble.” ‘NO. “Deborah Dunn, perhaps?” a keen glance at his face. ‘“Nor Deborah Dunn. It is not a criminal case.” “Tl infer not,” Mrs. Darrell said. ‘‘ When I knew Miss Deborah Dunn she was quite a proper person. What is at issue?” He shot her a direct glance. ‘‘’Three thousand dollars,” he answered. «« Mor her?” | «For you, if you help me to find her.” Mrs. Darrell’s eyes widened. “ And it will not bring Miss Dunn into trouble?” Gomicbooks:com