It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. "Get up, then," said Jack, freeing his foot from the stirrup. " The detective ruefully inspected the scarlet band on his perfecto. ‘What am I looking for?’ ‘A miniature. "Devil!" cried Jack; "that blow shall cost you your life. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. Something he saw there had a curious effect upon him. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. Certain of my prey, I can afford to wait for it. I saw it this morning in the Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—" "A reward!" echoed Jack.
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