“Why, what’s the matter with you girls?” he exclaimed. “You look as if you’d each seen a ghost.”
“It’s worse than that!” answered Jess in a sepulchral tone. “Look here.”
She pointed to the spot on which Eva’s gaze had been riveted.
“Why, it’s Mr. Keeler’s picture!” exclaimed Roy.
“Read what it says underneath,” went on Jess in the same tone.
Roy let his eyes drop to the printed lines beneath the portrait, which was one of six which adorned the page. This is what he read:
Martin Blakesley,
Alias “Gentleman George,” “Lancelot Marker” etc., Confidence Man.
“What book is this?” asked Roy.
His voice was hard. He hardly recognized it himself when he heard it.