ran over and handed him a sheet of paper. It was partly covered with rude drawings, apparently meaningless rough sketches, mingled with attempts at lettering:
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He took the sheet eagerly, and went to the table under the electric lamp to scrutinize the figures.
"It's not very promising material, is it?" said Valeska.
"On the contrary, it's a fine beginning; only it will take a bit of doing to make it out."
"I see the fatal 13 has put in its appearance again." The girl, who had seemed to be in a sort of stupor, now leaned over the table and inspected the sheet. At sight of the figures 13 she gave a moan, and threw her arms about Valeska, trembling all over.
"Poor girl!" said Astro. "I'm afraid there's something big back of all this. She's a Turk, or an Ar-
