Government investigators -- Fiction; Impostors and imposture -- Fiction; Religious fiction; Romantic suspense fiction
Whether he had been seen by the detective yet or not, he could not
tell, but he suspected he had, by the way the man stood around and
avoided recognizing him. There was not an instant to be lost. The fine
stateroom must go untenanted. He must make a dash for liberty. Liberty!
Ah, East Liberty! what queer things these brains of ours are! He knew
Pittsburgh just a little. He remembered having caught a train at East
Liberty Station once when he had not time to come down to the station
to take it. Perhaps he might get the same train at East Liberty. It was
nearly two hours before it left.
Swooping down upon the baggage, he murmured in the girl’s ear:
“Can you hurry a little? We must catch a car right away.”
She followed him closely through the crowd, he stooping as if to
look down at his suit-case, so that his height might not attract the
attention of the man whose recognition he feared, and in a moment more
they were out in the lighted blackness of the streets. One glance
backward showed his supposed enemy stretching his neck above the
crowd, as if searching for some one, as he walked hurriedly toward
the very doorway they had just passed. Behind them shadowed the man
in the slouch hat, and with a curious motion of his hand signalled
another like himself, the Pittsburgh crony, who skulked in the darkness
outside. Instantly this man gave another signal and out of the gloom of
the street a carriage drew up at the curb before the door, the cabman
looking eagerly for patronage.
Gordon put both suit-cases in one hand and taking Celia’s arm as gently
as he could in his haste hurried her toward the carriage. It was the
very refuge he sought. He placed her inside and gave the order for
East Liberty Station, drawing a long breath of relief at being safely
out of the station. He did not see the shabby one who mounted the box
beside the driver and gave his directions in guttural whispers, nor the
man with the slouch hat who watched from the doorway and followed them
to a familiar haunt on the nearest car. He only felt how good it was
to be by themselves once more where they could talk together without
interruption.
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