Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 63: what you’re looking at

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54 DARKE DARRELL. CHAPTER X. DARKE PROTECTED. Darke flashed his eyes about him, sitting up in bed, his right arm freed from the covers, his finger on the trigger of his pistol. He expected to see Tim Jordan, knife in hand, his face dark with exultation at the thought of revenge. Instead, he saw—Leotine. Darke stared at her in astonishment. “You, Leotine?” he said ina low tone. ‘I might have shot you,” lowering his revolver. She made no reply. ‘‘ How did you get in here?” he asked. ‘‘Through the wardrobe,” nodding toward it. ‘It com- municates with the library.” ; S| RUSEceten that,” rejoined Darke. ‘‘ Leotine, look directly at me.’ He said it in a tone of command, but she did not take offense. She looked steadily at him, a iat A) loins into her eyes that almost fascinated him. ‘‘Bring that hand from behind your back,” he ordered. ““You have violated the truce. You meant to injure me. You are clasping that Spanish dirk.” “Oh, Darke!” reproachfully, ‘‘ I didn’t think you would say that. That hurt me right here,” with a quick move- ment of her left hand toward her heart. Here is the dirk, exposing the hilt through a hole in the wrapper she wore. ‘Tt isnot for you, but for Tim Jordan, or anybody else Gomicbooks.com