Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 78: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 69. CHAPTER XIII. JEFF POTTER. The heavy iron door opened into a long, narrow passage- way, which Darke was glad to find was tolerably well lighted. In his imagination he had conjectured a close, dark, fetid corridor, leading under the sidewalk, and along a sewer perhaps. He examined his revolver, thrust it into his pocket again, then pushed rapidly forward. He came to another door, which was closed, but not locked; he opened it, and found another passage-way similar to the other, but reached by ascending steps, five in number. Darke had now ascended ten steps in all, and he shrewdly concluded that the floor of the passage-way was on a level with the floor of the room from which he had been so un- ceremoniously tumbled. ‘The noise of machinery began to grow more distinct. “‘T’ve got into the wing of the house,” he thought. ‘‘Where will I bring up? In the very heart of the den, maybe. Well, [ll take that way, if I do not stumble upon another.” Presently he came to a window, quite beyond his reach. He stopped under it, and listened. He judged by the noises which he heard that the window overlooked the street. «‘This may be my only chance for communicating with the world outside,” he thought, his face contracting. I'll avail myself of it.” ecomichooks (E(0)