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Pinkerton, A. Frank [pseud.]

"Or, The Crime of the Midnight Express"


"Come this way."
As the woman led the way through a back door, into another apartment,
a pair of strong hands suddenly seized and held her fast, while a
voice hissed in her ear:
"Not a sound or you die!"
It was a startling situation.
"I am here for a purpose," said the old man, a sudden change in his
voice. "I want you to lead me to the room in which Nell Darrel is
confined."
The man's hands fell from the woman's shoulders, and when she turned
about, she found that he had her covered with a revolver.
His voice sounded familiar.
"You're the detective, Dyke Darrel?"
"It matters not. Show me the way to the room where you have Nell
Darrel imprisoned," uttered the man in a stern voice.
The menacing revolver decided the woman. The old building had been
arranged for emergencies of this kind, as the sequel will show. A
strange glitter came to the eyes of Mrs. Scarlet as she said:
"Who told you that Nell Darrel was in this house?"
"It matters not. Lead the way at once, or it will be the worse for
you."
"You dare not harm me."
"I'll show you, if you attempt to play me false. A dozen policemen
have their eyes on this building at this moment."
"Come on.


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