The Secret Mark / An Adventure Story for Girls

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