Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 52: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL, — «43 ““You asked that before, and I said no. Why should it? She is aay wanted to testify; nay, only to affirm to her signature.” Mrs. Darrell could not recall anything, and was as much in the dark as ever. ‘* Perhaps she is another Deborah Dunn?” ‘““That may be; not, however, if she lived, for a time, in Trenton.” ‘‘She was born and raised there.” ‘Then she is the woman,” his tone decided. ‘‘I have been searching for her more than a year, without finding a trace of her. Am I to be rewarded at last, in this acci- dental way? Where can I find the woman?’ Mrs. Darrell debated her reply, conscious that his keen, restless eyes were upon her. «‘ My son can find her more readily than I can,” she said. ‘*T can direct him. Give the search into his charge.” ‘Allright, ma’am. ‘The reward is ready, and I guess it does not matter much whether it is paid to.you or to Darke. JI’ll mention it to him when he returns from New York.” ‘«¢Three thousand dollars!” muttered Mrs. Darrell as she passed out. ‘Trouble about an estate, isit? I don’t mind having ever signed my name to anything. There isa mis- take, somewhere.” Eomicboo cS (E(e)