on their way to Tyler street. From the trestlework of the elevated there came a steady drip-drip; th
wing her wraps more closely
ing her into a corner. "There
t of them. He traveled with a long, swinging stride. Lucile fancied that she recognized that stride, but she
is home," said Florence. "Thi
s," sai
e of many mysteries they were pleased to see
have the book of Portland charts," sighed Lucile
thed; "there's
fts of fog they glided in
man sat in his chair. Half in a doze, he had doubtless drifted into the sort of day-dream that old persons often indulge in. The child, too, s
narrowed still further. One book was tall, too tall for the space which it was supposed to occupy, so tall that it leaned a little to the right. The other book did not appear to be an old vol
e!" she whispe
he realized that this was no
binding and I shouldn't wonder if the lette
e a mental note of every figure which played a
mpanion and their problem, she t
m the end on the shelf with the vac
oom of mysteries. For a full two minutes she allowed the scene to be photograph
believ
afety when a footstep sounded on the pavement close at
t pass but turned in at the short
wer, scarcely brea
r apparently fumbling about for an electric but
out of their place of danger. But to their intense relief the m
eatures of his face. She recognized it instantly. In her surprise she
The man entered. T
lorence toward the spot where the li
hen dragging her from the place of van
"if it weren't for the fact that we are try
nd had taken a seat. He was talking to the old man. He did the greater part of th
an rose and walked toward the bookshelves. The old man half r
ooks, then came to rest suddenly in a
ere were words on his lips. What t
young man opened the book to glance at the title page. At once his face became eager. He
d man
wo girls shrank back in fear. But the thing he took fro
ed three times. Then, with a disappointed look on his face, the young man replaced the book, turned to the chai
g their cramped limbs, made th
ispered Florence thr
anley
e rich
s s
did he
man higher up, the real criminal. It may be that this rich young
ent regarding the copy o
ou see, he may have gotten the girl to steal it. And now he comes
ly, "but it doesn't seem probable, do
e thinks such things are smart. They say that some rich men's sons are that way
dragging her into a slow w
wisp of a girl steal out l