August stepped inside and closed the door. Then the hack rattled
away. For some moments silence reigned. August wondered who his
fellow-passenger was. Perhaps the one who had sent him the note
requesting his presence at the side of the dying detective.
CHAPTER XVII.
THE DAGGER!
Mrs. Bordine sat listening to the rattle of departing wheels, and
wondered if she would be able to sit up until the return of her son.
She little imagined how long he was to remain away.
Half an hour after her son's departure the good widow was startled at
hearing a sound at the front window.
Slowly the sash was being raised!
The hour was late, and the old lady thought of burglars at once. But what
could they possibly want in her house? All the money for the past year's
earnings, save what was needed for necessary expenses, was snugly in the
bank.
Slowly and cautiously the sash slid upward.
Mrs. Bordine came to her feet, and stood chilled with an awful fear in
the centre of the room.
Crash!
A heavy body fell to the floor directly under the window-sill.
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