Laura Brayton — page 210: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON, 201 “Curse you—you have come back to rob me!” he hissed, fiendishly. “The fiends of perdition have thwarted me and saved you! One blow, one only, and you would have been out of my way.” “He acknowledges it!” cried the officer. “We | have but one duty—he must go to the lock-up.” “Never! Jl die first. I am rich. I can give bail!” he gasped. “Iam amillionaire. That man is not Luke Withers—he is an impostor!” “That has nothing to do with your case. Will — you walk quietly if we loosen your legs?” cried the © officer. “No, curse you all,no! You are in league to ruin me—me,an honest man. Let megofree! I say, letme gofree! Ihave got toappearincourt and you’ll detain me at your peril!” The policemen smiled at his ravings, and un- binding his feet, raised him up. He would not try to walk, and when they at- tempted to move him, he struck and kicked furi- ously, raging and swearing fearfully. €Whatademon heis! But this will tame him!” muttered the policeman, shaking his locust over his head. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. “We'll want witnesses to hold this chap. Young woman, you’ll either have to go along, or else satisfy us you'll be at court at his examination in the morning!” said he. | “Both she and I will be there!” said Mr. Withers. “T am Luke Withers, the brother of Walter ~ Withers.” «What, the rich Mr. Walter Withers? exclaimed the officer.. “ Your word is good, sir—so come along here, Mr. Limpsey.” “ (Efe) <n comicbooks