Dyke Darrel the Railroad Detective - Or, The Crime of the Midnight Express by A. Frank [pseud.] Pinkerton
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the State."
"Well, we won't argue the point." "But I am in the employ of the railroad company, and will lose my place---" "You gain another one, so it doesn't matter," retorted the detective. "No use making a fuss, Mr. Skidway; you cannot evade the punishment which awaits you. Any confession you choose to make I am willing to hear. The late tragedy, for instance?" "You'll get nothing out of me." "I am sorry," "Of course you are. Did you recognize me when we first met?" "No. It was an afterthought." "I thought so. You shall suffer for this. You've got the wrong man, Mr. Darrel." "You seem to know me." "Everybody does." "You flatter me." "My name isn't Skidway, but Wilks, and I can prove it." |
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