Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 72: what you’re looking at

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64 BOB PEMBERTON IN THE WRONG ROOM. you have a weakness for getting lost,’’ she says, with a malicious little laugh. ‘CA lucky failing it turned out, too. Oh! don’t take any worry about me, I beg. Ishall go up as easily as I came down, and no one will be the wiser. Good-night, Miss Gypsy.’’ He holds out his hand, and she quickly places her little brown member in it. ‘Remember, that Iam in this business with a vengeance. I brought the message from Gordon Manor, and after what happened to-day, it is only just and proper that I should have your confidence, at least, so long as I merit it.” She looks the bold fellow in the face frankly. “You do—you shall. Good-night, Mr. Pemberton, and may you have pleasant dreams.”’ Then she snatches her hand away before he can make a reply, and vanishes beyond the doorway. Bob smiles—he can afford to, since the game seems to be playing into his hands. Then he turns his attention toward the business he has in view. It took him just five minutes to get down from the window of the Red Room, and surely he ought to recover that ground in twice the time. By the way, which is the window—he was so very sure of ita minute ago when talking with the eccentric granddaughter of old Rudolph Gordon, the wealthy Virginia recluse, and yet he is ready to confess some little doubt with regard to it now. Stepping back, he eyes the windows above. ‘‘Let me see, did I turn to the right or left—it was CoOnnicooolks,.cOnn