A Daughter of Delilah — page 188: what you’re looking at

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DISASTER FOR DETECTIVE HAWKLEY. 179 ‘A thousand!”’ | ‘It shall be yours. Meet me to-morrow morning, seven o'clock sharp, at the old place. IfI fail you, you are at liberty to give me away!”’ ‘‘Tam not afraid. I shall be back in Germany before he is discovered. I don’t think he will speak again!’’ A little later Mitford Palmer wished him good-night, and walked direct to Hawkley’s apartment. He had pos- sessed himself of the whole of his papers and latch-key. ‘*T can sleep here as well as anywhere else,’’ he thought, ‘‘and must take care to show myself to the janitor in-the morning. He will then answer any inquiries that may be made in a suitable manner. ”’ He let himself into the detective’s rooms, slept soundly until four o’clock in the morning, then carefully dressed. The likeness would have almost deceived Hawkley him- self, and Palmer smiled. “Tf T were superstitious,’’ he thought, as he surveyed his reflection in the glass, ‘‘I should be half inclined to be- lieve that the ghost of the meddlesome detective stood be- fore me! I wonder it he is dead?”’ He waited until he heard the janitor moving about be- low, then he opened his door quietly and went down stairs. In the half light he had no fear that his disguise would be penetrated, and he nodded in a familiar way at the man, saying: ‘Don’t be surprised if I’m not back fora day or two, janitor. Good-morning.”’ ‘‘Good-morning, Mr. Hawkley,’’ was the reply, and Mitford Palmer passed out into the street with a satisfied smile on his evil face. . Gomichbooks (E(@)