crimson-streaked

Updated: July 24, 2025

"This is the man who passed that phony hundred-dollar bill on me. The very one!" "Is he dead?" whispered Bobby Hargrew, looking under Chefs elbow down at the crimson-streaked face of the unfortunate man. Market street was well lighted, but it was not well policed.

Gertrude W. Morrison - The Girls of Central High Aiding the Red Cross: Or Amateur Theatricals for a Worthy Cause