The young man, still vacantly smiling, was fumbling at his breast
pocket. He began to talk incoherently in good, nasal New York, at
the mere sound of which Lady Anstruthers made a little yearning step
forward.
"Superior any other," he muttered. "Tabulator spacer--marginal release
key--call your 'tention--instantly--'justable--Delkoff--no equal on
market." And having found what he had fumbled for, he handed a card to
Miss Vanderpoel and sank unconscious on her breast.
"Let me support him, Miss Vanderpoel," said Westholt, starting forward.
"Never mind, thank you," said Betty. "If he has fainted I suppose he
must be laid flat on the ground. Will you please to read the card."
It was the card Mount Dunstan had read the day before.
J. BURRIDGE & SON,
DELKOFF TYPEWRITER CO.
BROADWAY, NEW YORK. G. SELDEN.
"He is probably G. Selden," said Westholt. "Travelling in the interests
of his firm, poor chap. The clue is not of much immediate use, however."
They were fortunately not far from the house, and Westholt went back
quickly to summon servants and send for the village doctor. The Dunholms
were kindly sympathetic, and each of the party lent a handkerchief to
staunch the bleeding.
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