Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 91: what you’re looking at

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82 DARKE DARRELL, CHAPTER XVI. LEOTINE’S REVENGE. Leotine did not stand in the room long, clenching her hands and nursing her anger. She chafed for freedom; she longed to revenge herself upon her enemies. ‘¢ What room is this?” she asked herself. ‘‘ Just now I am a trifle bewildered. Oh, it is the room above the library. Who knows but what there may be atrap-door in this room, too?” She lifted the carpet, but saw no indications of an opening. | She went to the window, and, to her surprise and grati- fication she found it unfastened. ‘T'aking a sheet from the bed, she toreit into long, narrow strips, yet not so narrow © as not to be able to support her weight. She tied the strips together, careful to see that every knot was secure. In that way she formed a sort of a rope, quite long enough for her purpose, completing it in a surprisingly short time. The bedstead which was in the room wasa light one. She pushed it over to the window, lengthwise across it, careful to make no noise. : Next she firmly secured one end of the rope around the post of the bedstead, and flung the other end of the rope out of the window. | She saw that she could safely and easily reach the balcony. She crawled out of the window and lowered herself by the rope which she had made; lowered herself hand over hand, Eomicbooks.¢co