Dyke Darrel the Railroad Detective - Or, The Crime of the Midnight Express by A. Frank [pseud.] Pinkerton
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knowing what instinct prompted her, she hurried towards a small hotel
not far from the sea. "Can you tell me," she began breathlessly to a sunburnt man standing near, "if there are any ships leaving here to-morrow?" "I don't know, senora. I will inquire," he answered politely, and after an absence of about ten minutes, he returned to say "that Captain Moriz, of the Eagle, was even then preparing for departure on the morrow." "Where does he live?" Miriam said, eagerly. "He is staying at this hotel at present." "Do you think I could see him? It is very important." "I dare say. You can at least try," smilingly. The Jewess thanked her good-natured commissioner, and lightly ascended the steps. "I wish to see Captain Moriz. Is he in?" "I think so," the man answered after one quick glance at Miriam; "I will inquire." Miriam waited with growing impatience until the man returned, and was relieved when she heard that the captain was not only there, but would see her. |
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