A Daughter of Delilah — page 41: what you’re looking at

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32 “GILBERT ROSEBERRY, YOU ARE MY PRISONER!” ‘We must retire at once. Itisashame to keep the serv- ants up so long for nothing.”” | She rose, and shook out her skirts, and at the same mo- ment there was a prolonged peal at the door-bell—a peal which startled all three. | Alston turned deadly pale, and grew weak about the knees. This was most unusual for him, as he had always prided himself upon having nerves like steel. Minnie elanced at him questioningly, and Mrs. Radcliffe waited in erim silence. Then the footman entered the room without knocking, and in the door-way was standing the tall figure of a police- man, in whom Edgar immediately recognized his ac- quaintance who had called a vehicle for him at the Covington carriage stand. “Tt’s all right, aunt,’’ Alston said, with rare presence of mind. ‘‘I told this man how I had been fooled, and he may have news for me. I will see him alone in another room.”’ The detective heard these words, a grim smile on his lips. ‘‘Now,’’ he thought, ‘‘I am sure of my man! He’s a cool one, and no mistake! Calls this lady aunt, eh? Great Scott!’’ ‘‘John,’’ continued Alston,- addressing the footman, ‘lights in the library, please. ’”’ The man hurried away, and in one minute Edgar and the detective were alone, measuring each other curiously. “This is a great surprise for me,’’ the New York ex- quisite observed, at length. ‘‘Of course I recognize you again, but cannot for the life of me conceive why you have followed me here.’’ Gomicbooks (E(0) m