A Daughter of Delilah — page 45: what you’re looking at

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86 “GILBERT ROSEBERRY, YOU ARE MY PRISONER!” it. Itis a vice that feeds on its own filth, and some of the most honored in the land only escape by submitting to blackmail. I will respect your feelings, Mr. Alston, and at present I see no necessity for any part of the story to get into the public print. It need go no further. Roseberry has gone, but I have an important clew. It will not serve me to acquaint him with the knowledge I possess concern- | ing his movements up till the moment he left you attired in evening dress. I would like to take possession of the clothes he gave to you.”’ ‘‘Certainly,’’ said Edgar, delighted at the turn affairs were taking, and at the same time handing the telegram to Nat Hawkley. “Tsabel! Humph!’’ muttered the detective, casting a furtive glance at the youngman. “A lady in your own set, sir?’’ ‘‘No—er—not exactly; but a lady, nevertheless. ’”’ ‘‘Tam surprised that you ventured in the tunnel,’’ the detective went on, after a short silence, ‘‘particularly as . you are a stranger hereabouts.’’ ‘The station-agent suggested it, because I was not familiar with the country. By following the track I could not wander away.’’ | ‘Very true. I must see the agent, though. Now, sir, I will trouble you for the clothes and your New York ad- dress. I may want to call upon you by and by.’’ Alston ran up stairs, returning in a few minutes with the convict suit made into a parcel. He was delighted to get rid of it. Then he scribbled down the address of his club in New York, and after drinking a stiff glass of whisky, Mr. Nathaniel Hawkley went away. (ECO) a) Gomicbooks