Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 60: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 6 51 He listened, his hand gliding toward his revolver. A scarcely perceptible gliding noise, a sound of sup- pressed breathing, then the pitcher rattled slightly in the wash-bowl; some one, in groping, had stumbled against the toilet-stand. Grasping his pistol with one hand, he reached out and turned on a blaze of light with the other. ‘‘Stand!” he ordered, his pistol clicking. GOmicbooks (E(0)