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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: How to Be a Detective - -Author: Old King Brady - -Release Date: January 11, 2016 [EBook #50902] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE *** - - - - -Produced by Craig Kirkwood, Demian Katz and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (Images -courtesy of the Digital Library@Villanova University -(http://digital.library.villanova.edu/)) - - - - - - -Transcriber’s Notes: - -Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_), and text -enclosed by equal signs is in bold (=bold=). - -Additional Transcriber’s Notes are at the end. - - * * * * * - - - - -HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE - - - By OLD KING BRADY - - (The World Known Detective). - - In which he lays down some valuable and sensible rules for beginners, - and also relates some adventures and experiences of well known - detectives. - - NEW YORK: - FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, - 24 UNION SQUARE. - - * * * * * - -Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1902, by - -FRANK TOUSEY, - -in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, D. C. - - * * * * * - -HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE - -By OLD KING BRADY. - - - - -INTRODUCTORY. OLD KING BRADY TELLS WHY HE WROTE THE BOOK. - - -Some of my friends will no doubt wonder why I should leave the beaten -track and contrary to the course I have always adopted of furnishing -notes to my friend, the New York detective, write a book myself. - -The fact of the matter is the number of boys who love to read my -adventures has grown to be so numerous--it is away up in the hundreds -of thousands Mr. Tousey tells me--that their wishes have got to be -respected. - -For several years they have been asking for instructions from me which -will transform them from school-boys into full-fledged detectives, as -though touched by a magician’s wand. - -The idea of such a thing! - -But there are many who would like to become detectives if they could, -and are willing to take time to learn the business, which, believe me, -has to be learned like everything else. - -Of course there may be some “smart Alecks” who have picked up the -business--doubtless there are--but like extra smart people in other -lines they do not often make it a success. - -Therefore I say that to give a series of rules which, if followed, will -make a boy a detective, would only be to make a fool of myself and my -pupils too. - -It can’t be done. - -In our business no two situations are ever alike; the case you are -working on to-day is totally different from the case of to-morrow, and -the case of next week different again from either, and so it goes. - -What I propose to do, therefore, is to tell how I made one boy--no, -two--detectives. Let their experiences serve for others to go by. - -First, however, let me give a list of the particular qualities and -attainments necessary to make a good detective, and say also a few -words on the different kinds of detectives--the good and the bad. - - -QUALIFICATIONS OF A GOOD DETECTIVE. - -1. Indomitable courage and good health. - -2. Strict honesty. - -3. A fair education. _Necessary._ - -4. A knowledge of languages. _Highly desirable._ - -5. The ability to read men readily. (This is a quality which will -improve by practice. It cannot be expected at first.) - -6. Perseverance. - -7. An agreeable disposition; the ability to make one’s self popular -among men. - -8. An acquaintance with the methods of changing the facial appearance -and arranging disguises. (This is perhaps the hardest thing of all to -acquire. Most detectives will not disclose these secrets. The help of a -good theatrical costumer, or an actor should be sought. Practice makes -perfect--don’t forget that.) - -9. Capability of careful thought and the ability to weigh evidence, and -not to allow yourself to be deceived by appearances. - -10. Caution. - -11. Control of the temper. - -12. Last, and most important of all, Common Sense. - -Now I say that unless a boy possesses to a certain degree these twelve -qualifications he better not think about becoming a detective. - -The office is an important one and performs a great use in the world, -but it can easily be prevented and the detective degraded to the level -of a hired spy. - -Never in my life have I undertaken a case where I have not at least -_believed_ that I was working on the right side. - -I don’t propose to sell my services to bad men to work out bad ends. - -Others are not so particular. Such are not true detectives--they are -simply spies. - -As to the means of getting the opportunity to learn the business of -detective, I can only say that it is just like everything else; there -are all sorts of ways. - -Application to some good private detective agency will give you that -information. If it is not convenient to do that, consult some honest -detective, either police or private, and he may be able to tell you how -to get a start. - -For a boy to throw up his business and go a stranger to any of our -great cities with the idea of at once blooming out into a detective can -only bring disappointment. - -You have got to start right to come out right. - -There are hundreds of detectives, moreover, who barely make a living. -Only the experienced and the skillful grow rich, for it is in this -business precisely the same as in everything else. - -Only hard work, patience, pluck and perseverance will win the fight. - - I remain, my dear readers, - Your obedient servant, - JAMES BRADY. - - _New York, April 1, 1890._ - - - - -CHAPTER I. A LETTER FROM DETECTIVE KEAN. - - -One of the brightest and most successful of our New York detectives is -Mr. Samuel Kean, at present attached to Pinkerton’s Agency. - -He was one of my pupils, and a better one I never had. - -I have therefore selected a few of his early cases to illustrate the -kind of work that a young detective has to engage in. - -Let him tell about his first case himself. I thought it would be more -interesting to let him do his own talking, and accordingly wrote him -and asked that he would describe his first case in his own way. Here is -the answer I received: - - NEW YORK, March 20th, 1890. - - MY DEAR MR. BRADY,--You ask me to write you a letter and tell you all - about my first case and how I became a detective. - - Now it will be very easy for me to do this, for I have never - forgotten a single thing that happened that night, and I don’t - believe I ever shall forget, if I live to be a hundred years old; and - yet, after all, it wasn’t much of a case. It would have been mere - child’s play to you if you had been in my position, which, of course, - you wouldn’t. For you wouldn’t have allowed yourself to be deceived - the way I was--that’s one thing sure. - - I was between eighteen and nineteen then, and had left school some - six months before I got the idea of being a detective. - - My father was dead against it from the start, and my mother wouldn’t - let me even mention the subject, but you see I had been reading about - you and your wonderful cases in the NEW YORK DETECTIVE LIBRARY, and - I got an idea that I would like no better fun than to be a detective - myself. - - “Pooh! You haven’t got the courage to be a detective!” exclaimed my - father one evening, when I broached the subject for the hundredth - time. “You’d run at the first fire, Sam.” - - “Did I get my cowardice from you, sir?” I asked mildly. - - “Not much! You got it from----” - - “Don’t say it came from my side of the house, Mr. Kean!” snapped my - mother. “My father was all through the Mexican war, and you got a - substitute when they drafted you time of the Southern rebellion. The - boy is a plaguey sight braver than you are.” - - Now I had my mother on my side from that moment. - - The result of my father’s fling was a big family row, which ended in - the old gentleman’s getting me a letter of introduction to you, Mr. - Brady. I took the letter down to your office one morning, and that’s - the way it began. - - “I don’t know about this,” was the first thing you said. “Young men - born with silver spoons in their mouths rarely make good detectives. - Don’t you think you’d better try your hand at some other line of - business, my friend?” - - I told you that I meant to be a detective if I died for it, I - believe, or something of that sort. I know I wanted very much to - speak with you alone, and felt rather mad because there was another - person in the office, a slim, freckled-faced, red-headed young chap - of about my own age, whose cheap dress showed that he belonged to - the working classes. I had rather a contempt for him, and was just - wishing he’d get out, when you sent him out without my asking. - - “Now that fellow has got the very kind of stuff in him that good - detectives are made of,” you remarked, and I remember I inwardly - laughed at you. - - “Why, he’s nothing but an ordinary street boy,” I thought to myself. - You know who I refer to--Dave Doyle. - - Then you talked to me a long time, and asked me all about my - education and my health, besides a whole lot of other questions, - which at the time seemed to me were of no account, but which I now - understand to be most important. - - As almost every answer I gave seemed to be the very one you did not - want, I had just about made up my mind that you were going to reject - me entirely, when all at once you surprised me by saying that I could - try it if I wanted to for two months, after which you would either - pay me something regular in the way of wages, or tell me to get out. - - I don’t suppose you know it, Mr. Brady, but when I left your office - that morning I felt about nine feet high. - - I was sure of success, and I firmly believe that it was the very - certainty I felt that made me succeed. - - I was to report next day, and I did so. - - You put me in charge of a man named Mulligan, one of the lowest type - of police detectives, who was looking for a pickpocket called Funeral - Pete, a fellow who made a point of robbing people at funerals. - - “Funeral Pete” had taken alarm, and was in hiding, and Mulligan and I - undertook to find out where. - - Well, we didn’t find out, but I learned a lot of other things, for - Mulligan dragged me through nearly every dive in New York. - - I was amazed and not a little startled. - - Had I got to mix up with such dreadful people as these in order to - make myself a detective? - - It made me sick to think of it, still I had no notion of turning back. - - This state of affairs kept up for a couple of weeks. - - First I was sent out with one detective, then with another. There was - no disguising, no shadowing, nor shooting. Everything seemed terribly - commonplace. - - One night I spoke to you about my disappointment. I told you this - wasn’t the sort of thing I wanted, that I had expected to go about - disguised with wigs and false mustaches, carrying revolvers, - bowie-knives, dark lanterns and handcuffs in my pockets, and all that - sort of thing. - - How you laughed! I shall never forget it. - - “Why, bless you, some one’s got to do the kind of work you’re doing,” - you said, “and very often just such work becomes necessary in the - most important cases. However, if you’re tired of it I’ll try you on - another sort of a job and see how you make out.” - - You took me into the office and began to talk. - - “Did you ever study bookkeeping?” you asked. - - “Yes,” said I. - - “How good a bookkeeper are you?” - - “I can do double entry.” - - “As they teach it in schools?” - - “Yes.” - - “Humph. I’m afraid that won’t amount to much, still, you can try.” - - “Try what?” - - “Listen to me! To-morrow morning you go down to No. ---- Broadway, - office of the Eagle Steamship Line, and say I’m the bookkeeper Old - King Brady spoke of. That will be enough. They’ll engage you.” - - “What for?” - - “To keep books, of course.” - - “But I don’t want to be a book-keeper--I want to be a detective.” - - “Hold on, hold on! A detective has got to be anything and everything. - You will take the job and go to work. You will also keep your eyes - open and try and find out who is robbing the safe every night or two, - of small amounts--do you understand?” - - “Ah! I’m going to be put on a case at last then?” - - “Of course you are. There is no information to give you except that - some one of your fellow employees is a thief, and I want to catch - him. You must watch every man in the office and you mustn’t let one - of them know that you are watching. As for further instructions, I - haven’t got any to give. It is a case for you to show what you are - made of. I will give you one week to accomplish something in. If - you have nothing to report at the end of that time, I shall put on - another man.” - - Wasn’t that putting me on my mettle? - - Well, I thought so then, and I haven’t changed my opinion since. - - I resolved to show you what sort of stuff I was made of before the - week had passed. - - Of course, when I presented myself at the Eagle steamship office I - was engaged at once. - - The line ran down to South America somewhere--Brazil, if I remember - rightly--and the proprietor’s name was Sandman, a bald-headed, snuffy - old Scotchman who was terribly exercised about the robberies, but I - felt very sure, from what I heard the other clerks say, that, even - if I did succeed in catching the thief, I needn’t look for any big - reward, for, with one voice, they pronounced Mr. Sandman “meaner than - mud.” - - Now the store occupied by Mr. Sandman was on the west side of - Broadway and had a half-story opening on a level with the New Church - street sidewalk in the rear, where the freight was kept and from - which most of the shipping was done. - - The clerks all had desks inside a big wire partition down near the - door, and old man Sandman’s office was in the rear, while the safe - which was being robbed stood between the last desk and the private - office, with only the door leading down into the freight department - between. - - I was immediately put to work on the outward freight book. - - It was simple enough. I hadn’t the least trouble in keeping the book, - but how to worm myself into the secrets of my fellow clerks--there - was the rub. - - There were six of them altogether. - - Jim Gleason, the “inward freight,” on my left; old Mr. Buzby, - the head book-keeper, on my right; Hen Spencer, the foreign - correspondent, stood nearest the safe all day, and then there was a - fellow named Mann, another named Grady, and an office boy; besides - these, there were the fellows in the freight department down-stairs. - - Which out of all this crowd was the thief? - - Never did I so fully realize my want of experience in the business as - when I had been in the office of the Eagle Line a few days, without - being able to accomplish anything more than to get every one down on - me. - - “He’s always snoopin’ about and listenin’ to what a feller says,” I - overheard Grady say to Mr. Buzby one day. - - “That’s so,” replied the book-keeper. “I seen him peekin’ into the - safe the other day. I don’t see what old Sandman wants him for - anyhow. He’s slower than death about his work and as thick-headed as - a mule.” - - I was in the closet blacking my boots at the time for it was near the - hour to close. - - Oh, how mad I was! for I knew they were talking about me. - - I made up my mind then and there that old Buzby was the thief. - “Anyway,” I reasoned when I left, soon after, “if it ain’t him, who - is it? He’s the only one besides Mr. Sandman who has the key.” - - Such was my theory at the end of the first week. - - I pumped Jim Gleason next to me, the pleasantest fellow in the whole - office, a little inclined to be fast, perhaps, if his everlasting - chatter about girls, policy and horse races meant anything, but so - kind, and seemed to take such a fancy to me, that I couldn’t help - liking him better than any one else in the crowd for all that. - - From him I learned that the robberies had been going on for a long - time, even continued since I came there. This greatly surprised me. - The safe was an old one, he said, and Sandman was too mean to buy - a better. Somebody who had a key was doing the stealing, Gleason - thought, and he openly hinted that Mr. Buzby was the thief. - - Saturday night came, and according to orders I went up to your office - to report. - - “How are you getting on?” says you. - - “Not at all,” says I, “except that I’m certain that old Buzby, the - book-keeper, is doing the stealing.” - - “Can you prove it?” - - “Oh, no!” - - “What makes you think so?” - - “The clerks all think so.” - - “When you say all which ones do you really mean?” - - “Jim Gleason for one--Spencer for another.” - - “Which one told you this?” - - “Gleason.” - - “How came he to tell you?” - - “Well, he works next to me, and we got to talking.” - - “Did you tell him you were a detective?” you asked, turning on me - suddenly. - - “Well, I’m afraid he guesses it,” I replied, turning red. - - “Why?” - - “From something he said.” - - “After you had given yourself away?” - - I grew redder still. - - “I was asking him about the robbery, and he suddenly asked me what I - wanted to know so much about it for.” - - “And what did you say?” - - “I said, ‘of nothing, just curiosity;’ then he asked me how much they - paid me, and told me in a whisper that he’d caught on to my little - racket, and knew I was a detective.” - - “And you denied it?” - - “Yes.” - - “Be very sure he didn’t believe you,” you said. Then you told me that - I was a fool to give myself away, and I expected to hear you say - “don’t go there again. I’ll put another man on,” but you didn’t, and - Monday morning I went back to the desk the same as usual. I had no - instructions from you how to act, for we had been interrupted in our - conversation, and I hadn’t seen you since. - - Monday night Jim Gleason asked me out to have a drink, and I went and - took a beer with him. While we were in the saloon Hen Spencer dropped - in. - - “So there’s another new man taken on,” he remarked. - - “Who?” asked Gleason. - - “Feller in the freight room down-stairs. Wouldn’t wonder if he was a - detective, too. I seen him snooping round old Buzby’s desk. I only - wish I wasn’t dependin’ on the old feller’s good opinion to keep me - solid with Sandman, I could tell a thing or two, but there ain’t no - use. The old man thinks the sun rises and sets in Buzby’s ear.” - - “What could you tell?” I asked. - - “Oh, no matter.” - - “Have another drink?” - - “Well, I don’t mind,” he said, and after that I treated to cigars - and made myself as pleasant as possible, bound to work it out of him - before I got through. - - And I succeeded. We were seated at a table talking confidentially - in a little while, and I was flattering myself on my shrewdness in - drawing young Spencer out. - - It happened that he had seen in old Buzby’s desk a false key to the - outer door of the freight room, which was supposed to be entirely in - charge of the freight superintendent. - - “I tell you what it is, fellers,” he added, “if we could only manage - to get that key and slip in there some night, I have a key what would - open his desk, and I’m sure we’d find something among his papers to - prove that he’s the one who is prigging money from the safe.” - - I jumped at the idea. - - “Get me the key for an hour,” I said, “and I’ll have another made.” - - “Great scheme!” cried Jim Gleason. “If you do that we may catch him - in the very act. Look here, Hen, I may as well tell you a secret. Mr. - Kean is a detective. He’s put in the office to watch us.” - - “Shut up with your nonsense!” I cried. “I only want to help you - fellows--that’s all.” - - “Don’t deny it,” persisted Gleason. - - “I might have guessed as much,” said Spencer. “I never seen a sharper - fellow than you are, Sam Kean. Don’t you fret. I’ll snake the key out - of old Buzby’s desk while he’s at lunch to-morrow. We’ll have him - where the wool is short and don’t you forget it. It’ll serve him just - right too, for all his impudence to me.” - - “How much has he taken altogether?” I asked. - - “Why he reports that $500 is missing so far,” was Spencer’s reply, - “but as he’s doing the stealing himself, how is one going to tell?” - - After that I did not attempt to deny to these two that I was in the - office as a spy. - - They got the key and I had the duplicate made. - - Thursday night was set for the execution of our little plan, for the - reason that Spencer pretended to have been told by the old bookkeeper - that he was going out of town that night. - - “I’ll bet you what you like it’s only a dodge,” he said. “That’s the - night he intends to make his next haul.” - - I was in high feather. I had no orders to go to the office and - report to you so I didn’t go. - - “Wait till I surprise Mr. Brady by dragging Buzby to the New Church - street station,” I said to myself, for we three had agreed to do that - very thing, provided we caught him in the store. - - When the store closed that evening I slipped down-stairs to try my - key in the lock of the freight-room door. - - All hands had gone, or at least I supposed they had, so I was - awfully startled at having a slim young fellow with black hair and - determined-looking face suddenly pop up from behind some cases and - ask me what the mischief I was doing there. - - Really I forget what excuse I made, but I know I lit out as soon as I - could, and made the best of my way up-stairs. - - When I met Gleason and Spencer at a certain beer saloon in Greenwich - street at eleven o’clock that night I told them about it, and could - see that they looked worried. - - “That’s the new hand, Jack Rody,” said Jim. - - “I hope he ain’t one of Buzby’s pals,” added Hen, “but I wouldn’t be - one mite surprised if he was.” - - Now I thought this was nonsense, and I said so. We got to talking - about other things, and there the matter dropped. - - “Time’s up, boys,” said Jim at last, just as the clock struck twelve. - “We’d better slip round there now. There’s just one thing that - worries me though.” - - “What’s that?” asked Hen. - - “Suppose the cop catches us trying to enter the store.” - - “Well,” replied Gleason. “Sam can fix that. He’s got his shield I - suppose.” - - “I’ve got no shield,” I answered, this disagreeable possibility - occurring to me for the first time. - - But I was a good deal worried. I felt that it would be simply - sickening to be arrested for burglary and have to send for you to get - me out. - - No such trouble occurred, however. - - We watched our chance and slipped in through the back door of the - Eagle Line office without the slightest difficulty. - - It was not until we got the door shut and locked that I began to - wonder what we were going to do for a light. - - “Oh, I looked out for that,” whispered Jim. “I’ve got a dark lantern.” - - He pulled it out, lit it and flashed it round him. There was no sign - of Jack Rody, though I must confess I half expected to see him spring - up from behind the cases again. - - “Old Buz ain’t here, that’s one thing sure,” whispered Gleason, when - we got up-stairs into the office. - - “We’ll lay for him an hour or so, anyhow,” replied Spencer. - - “Mebbe he’s been here already,” suggested Jim. - - “Suppose we open the safe and see if he’s taken anything?” said - Spencer, after a moment. - - Now I give you my word, Mr. Brady, that this was the first I began to - suspect there was anything wrong. - - “Open the safe!” I exclaimed. “How are you fellows going to open the - safe? What do you mean?” - - “We mean this,” hissed Jim, turning suddenly upon me, “we are tired - of playing a dangerous game for small stakes. There’s a thousand - dollars in that safe to-night and we intend to have it, and leave you - here to be pulled in as the thief.” - - I was thunderstruck. I saw it all. - - “You’ve been playing me for a sucker,” I blurted out. “I’ll show - you----” - - “No you won’t!” breathed Spencer, drawing a revolver and thrusting - it in my face. “We have been playing you for just what you are. You - pretend to be a detective! Bah! you’re nothing but a little squirt, - anyhow. We’ll fix you. Here, Jim, give him his drink.” - - I fought like a tiger, never heeding the revolver, for I was sure - they wouldn’t shoot. Still I did not dare to make any outcry, for - that would be sure to bring matters to a crisis. - - It was all over in a minute. They had me down, and, while Gleason - held me, Spencer got a rope out of his desk and tied me. Then Jim - forced my mouth open, while his companion poured a lot of whisky - down my throat, almost strangling me. I seemed to be entirely - powerless to help myself. - - Then I yelled like a good fellow. - - All it amounted to was to cause them to jam a handkerchief in my - mouth. - - Never before nor since have I been a prey to such terrible feelings - as I endured while I lay there and watched those two scoundrels open - that safe. - - Spencer was the one who had the key--a ridiculous old thing made up - of a number of steel prongs which fitted in a slot. - - I thought then and I still think that it served Sandman just right to - be robbed, for trusting his money in such an old-fashioned affair. - - Well, they opened it and they took the money from the cash-drawer, - shaking the bills in my face in triumph. - - “They’ll find you here in the morning,” sneered Gleason. “Mebbe - they’ll believe your story, and mebbe they won’t. Anyhow your goose - on the detective force is cooked. Next time you try to pump a fellow, - go at it in the right way.” - - Of course I could say nothing--only stare helplessly. - - I heard them laugh, I saw them move toward the basement door. - - Then all of a sudden I saw the door fly open, and a determined voice - shouted: - - “Drop that money, gents, and the shooter along with it, or I’ll drop - you!” - - It was Jack Rody, the new freight clerk. - - His face was pale, but determined, as he stood there covering those - two rascals with a cocked revolver in each hand, and to my further - surprise I saw that his hair was not black now, but red. - - Then I knew him. - - It was David Doyle, the young fellow I had met in your office the day - I first called. - - Did we capture them? - - Well, we just did. - - Rather, I should say, Dave Doyle did it. - - He made them release me, and then we took them to the station - together, and next day Jim Gleason confessed that he and Spencer had - done all the stealing. - - You remember the end of it. They turned out to be a couple of - worthless fellows and went up to the Elmira Reformatory in the end. - - You were not very hard on me for the ridiculous way in which I had - managed the affair--not half as hard as you might have been. - - That’s the story of my first case, Mr. Brady, and it taught me a - lesson which I never forgot. Yours truly, - - SAM KEAN. - - * * * * * - -NOTE.--I may as well add that I knew all about that midnight business -from the first. - -No sooner had Sam Kean told me of the conversation he had had with Jim -Gleason than I suspected the fellow, and put an experienced man to -watch him nights. - -I soon found that he and Spencer were inseparable companions; that they -were drunkards and gamblers, and capable of committing any crime. - -Kean had made a blunder very common with beginners in the detective -business. He had not properly weighed the evidence, and had become a -cat’s-paw of the real criminal through allowing himself to be flattered. - -I didn’t blame him a bit. - -When I first began to go about as a detective, I fell into a similar -trap several times. - -I was so sure Gleason and Spencer were doing the stealing, that I would -have arrested them on suspicion and forced a confession out of them, -had it not been that I wanted Sam Kean to understand just how foolish -he had really been. - -Well, he found out--don’t make any mistake about that. A more -thoroughly taken down individual you never saw. - -After that he was willing enough to receive all the instructions I had -a mind to give him. - -You see I got Doyle into the freight-room at the end of the week, just -as I told him I would, but Dave’s appearance was altered by a black -wig, and Sam never guessed who it was. Besides that I was in the cellar -and came to the rescue at the proper moment. - -It was Dave and I who took those two young scoundrels around to the New -Church street station, or rather I did the most of it, for Dave had all -he could do to take care of Sam. - -Do you notice that my account of the end of the affair differs slightly -from his? You will observe that he don’t mention me at all? - -Well, no wonder. The poor fellow was so drunk that he did not know -which end he was standing on that night. - -He says they forced liquor down his throat after he was bound. I know -this to be true, for Dave saw them doing it through the key-hole; but -I’m afraid Sam had taken several drinks before, or the stuff would not -have had the effect upon him that it did. - -Now this brings me to another and most important point--one that a -young man in starting upon the career of a detective has got to pay -more attention to than anything else. - -As a detective you will often be thrown into positions where you have -got to drink. - -Now a drinking detective is but a poor worthless creature, as a rule. -Then what are you going to do? - -Here, again, no rule can be laid down. You must be guided by your -constitution, by your conscience, by circumstances. - -If you allow liquor to get control of you be very sure you will not be -able to control your man. To think this is to make a great mistake. - -Great criminals are seldom drunkards. If they lead you to drink, it is -only that they may get the best of you in some way or other. - -Still, to refuse absolutely, would be to excite suspicion, which leaves -you between two fires, as it were. - -I can only warn you--I cannot dictate. - -The best way is to plead that liquor never agrees with you--too much -never agrees with any one--and stick to temperance drinks. - -If you feel that you must drink, make your drinks as small as possible -and as few. - -Some detectives have a knack of slyly turning their glass into the -cuspidore or on the floor; others make it a rule to call for gin and -then fill another glass with an equal amount of water; both the gin and -the water being white they drink the latter and pretend to taste the -gin. - -These tricks may work satisfactorily if your man is under the influence -himself, but if he is sober you are pretty sure to get caught at it and -have your plans spoiled. - -Whisky may have helped some detectives to make captures, and procure -information which could never have been obtained without its aid; but -on the other hand it has ruined thousands of young men who have set out -to follow our business, and sent them to a drunkard’s grave. - - - - -CHAPTER II. CAUGHT BY A HAT. - - -Very often a little thing will furnish a clew and bring the criminal -into the hands of the law, where all the shrewdness and vigilance in -the world proves at fault. - -The older I grow, the more firmly I believe that circumstances have a -great deal to do with the success of some detectives. You may call it -Providence, luck or whatever name you like. - -You may lay out your plans in the most careful manner, but you seldom -follow them as you originally propose. - -Indeed, a detective who cannot break one of his rules and change his -mind to suit the occasion, can never hope to be a success. - -Little things, sudden ideas which seize hold of your mind, often lead -you to results which the best formed plans could never do. Such has -ever been my experience, and such also is the experience of my old -pupil, Dave Doyle, who began to study under me at about the same time -as Sam Kean. - -Dave was a smart fellow, and a born detective, although a young man of -no education at all, and for this reason unfitted for certain kinds of -detective work. - -Let me introduce one case in particular where Dave succeeded by -following a sudden idea which seized hold of me. Later on Dave began to -get ideas of his own. - -I will let him tell the story himself. - - -DAVE DOYLE’S FIRST CASE. - -When Mr. Philander Camm defaulted and ran away with $100,000 of the -funds of the Bakers’ Bank there was the biggest kind of a row. - -A big reward was offered to any detective who would get him, and there -seemed to be a chance that some one might earn it, for it was believed -that the thief hadn’t left New York. - -I had just gone to work for Old King Brady then, and when I read the -account in the papers I says to myself: - -“I wish I could scoop in that reward.” - -I went up to the office that morning and spoke to Mr. Brady about it. - -“Well,” he says, “and if you did get him the reward wouldn’t be yours -by rights, but mine. Ain’t you working for me?” - -Now I hadn’t looked at the thing that way, but I saw right off he was -right. - -“I’d like to get it for you then,” I says. - -“That’s another part of speech,” says he, “and maybe you can. I ain’t -got time to work up the case myself. Go ahead and see what you can do. -If anything comes out of it I won’t be mean.” - -“Do you mean it?” says I. - -“Of course I do,” says he. “You’ve got to take up a big case some time, -and this will be a good one to begin with. You’ll have every detective -of any account against you, though. There ain’t one chance in forty -that you’ll succeed.” - -Wasn’t that encouraging? - -But Old King Brady always did put things straight and call a spade a -spade. - -“What shall I do?” I asked him. - -“Don’t ask me,” he says. “Make up some plan for yourself.” - -“I s’pose he’ll try and get away by some of the railroads?” I says. “I -might go and watch for him at the depot.” - -“Can you watch all the depots at once, Doyle?” he says, laughing. “Then -there’s the steamboats, too, and you know he might take a notion to -walk.” - -I saw at once that he was right; then I asked him again what he’d do if -he was in my place, and owned right up that I had no ideas. - -He thought a few minutes, and then he said: - -“Where does this man Camm live?” - -“Don’t know,” I says. “The paper says he is a bachelor, and used to -live in Forty-sixth street, but he gave up his room three weeks ago.” - -“Where did he come from?” - -“Paper says he was born in Middlebury, Vermont,” I says. - -Then he went and got a geography and looked on the map. - -“If he came from Middlebury he knows all about Canada,” he says, “and -he’ll be sure to steer north if he hasn’t gone already. If I was you -I’d go up to the Grand Central Depot, and ask the man who sells the -sleeping car berths if any one of his description has engaged a berth -for to-night or last night. It’s most likely he’s gone.” - -“But he was seen at one o’clock this morning in the Fifth Avenue -Hotel,” I says. - -“How do you know?” he says. “Because the papers say so? That’s no -proof. Just like as not that was all a put up job. Go up to the depot -first of all, Doyle, and tell the fellow in the office I sent you. He -knows me.” - -Well, I went. - -I had a good description of the defaulter from the papers, but bless -you! I didn’t need it. - -The fellow in the sleeping-car office was fly and right up to business. -He knew all about it before I got there, but the worst of it was he’d -told what he knew to two other fellows before he told me. - -“That man engaged lower 10 for to-night,” he says, “in the Montreal -express. You won’t be able to do nothing about it though. There’s two -ahead of you watching already. They think his taking the berth is only -a blind, and that he’ll go up on one of the day trains.” - -I was that disappointed that I could have cried when I left the office, -for there stood Ed Duffy and old man Pease a-laughing at me. You see -I’d been introduced to both of them by Mr. Brady, and they knew just -who I was. - -“Say, young feller,” says Duffy, “you just go back and tell Old King -Brady that he’d better come himself instead of sending a kid like you. -’Twon’t make no difference, though. The fellow will be here in half an -hour. He’s going to take the ten o’clock train.” - -Wasn’t I mad? - -You’d just better believe I was. - -When I went back to Mr. Brady, though, he only laughed at me. - -“What do you ’spose them fellows do for a living?” he says. “They are -up to their business as well as you or me.” - -“I ’spose I may as well give it up,” I says. - -“Not at all,” says he. “Wouldn’t do nothing of the sort. I don’t -believe they’re going to get him just because they happen to be laying -for him, and if you do you’re a fool.” - -“Why, don’t you think he’s off for Montreal?” I says. - -“Yes,” says he, “of course, but not that way. The taking of that berth -in his own name is a dead give away. He’ll never go over the Central -road.” - -“What way, then?” I says. - -“How do I know?” says he, “but I’ve got an idea.” - -I asked him what it was, and he told me to go down to the bank and try -and find out where Mr. Camm had been living for the last few weeks. - -“But I can’t find out that,” I says. “Others have tried it and failed. -How can I hope to succeed?” - -“Never you mind, Dave, you go,” he says. “Something tells me you will -succeed.” - -So I went. - -I had a note from Mr. Brady to the bank president, and he treated me -civil enough. - -“I don’t know where he lived, and no one else don’t neither,” he says. -“He’s kept himself in hiding for more’n three weeks.” - -“Ain’t there anything here what belongs to him?” I asked, for you see -I’d been figuring it all out on the way down to the bank and it come to -me somehow that this was what I wanted to say. - -“Why there’s lots of things,” says the president. “There’s his old coat -and two or three old hats, and an umbrella and a couple of pair of old -shoes, but what does that amount to?” - -“Let me see ’em?” says I. - -He showed me a clothes closet where the things were along with a lot of -other rubbish. I couldn’t make nothing out of them, although I examined -everything carefully till I come to one hat--a plug--which looked to me -to be new. - -Now you may laugh just as much as you please, but I knowed right away -as soon as I took the hat into my hands that I’d found what I was -looking for. - -“This is a new one,” I says to the president, who stood right behind me. - -“Maybe. I don’t know nothing at all about it,” he says. - -“But it is,” says I. “It ain’t never been worn at all. Did it come to -the bank from the maker, or did he bring it?” - -“You’ll have to ask Camm; I’ll never tell you,” he says. - -Well, now I’d just like to have had the chance to ask Camm, you bet. - -But there wasn’t any show then, so I asked the man whose name was in -the hat. It was Silverstein in the Bowery, a little dried-up Jew. - -Now I expected nothing but to get fired out as soon as ever I went into -the store, so I just tried a little dodge. - -I went in with a rush. - -“Say!” I says. “Mr. Brady wants to know who you sold this hat to?” - -Silverstein looked as though he’d like to eat me. They say he sells -policy slips as well as hats, and I reckoned on that to make him afraid. - -“What Brady?” he says. - -“Old King Brady, the detective,” says I. - -“Mein freund, how I can be ogspeged to know efery hat vat I sells. Who -I sells him to--huh?” - -“Mr. Brady don’t want to know who you sell all your hats to,” I say, -“he only wants to know who you sold this one to.” - -Silverstein took the hat and examined it closely. - -“Vell, I tells you,” he said, slowly. “I onderstand vat Mr. Brady -vants. Dis hat I sells to an old gustomer vat’s named Camm.” - -“Yes, yes. But where did you deliver it; or did he take it with him -when he bought it?” - -“I send him,” says Silverstein. It was like pulling teeth to get a word -out of him, but I saw that sooner or later he meant to tell. - -“Where did you send the hat?” - -“To Brooklyn.” - -“Whereabouts in Brooklyn?” - -He looked in his order book and told me it was a certain number on -Rockaway avenue, which, by the way, was in that part of Brooklyn then -known as East New York. - -At that time it was all lots out there, with only a few straggling -houses and plenty of geese, goats and pigs. It’s a little better now, -but as it was then I wouldn’t have lived there if they’d given me a -house rent free. - -I went out to East New York late that afternoon, for I wanted to talk -to Old King Brady first off, and I had to wait for him to come in. - -“You’re on the right track,” he said. “Go, and good luck go with you. -Do you think you can arrest him if you happen to get the chance?” - -“Well, now, there’ll be a rough fight if he gets away from me,” I says. - -“Go on,” he says, “and don’t let me see you again till you have -something to report.” - -Now that kind of worried me, for I didn’t feel at all sure that I was -going to find my man just because I’d got the number of the house where -he sent the hat. - -On the way out to East New York I got to thinking suppose I was the -defaulter what would I do? - -Would I come back to the city and run the risk of being taken if I was -hiding out there in the lots? - -“Not much!” I says to myself. “I’d just keep right on by the Long -Island railroad, get to Greenport and cross over to New London, where I -could take the train on the Northern railroad straight to Montreal.” - -Why, it was a splendid chance. The more I thought about it the more I -seemed to see how splendid it was. - -“He’s done it! I’ll just bet a dollar he’s done it!” I thought. “The -taking of that berth on the Central was a blind just as Old King Brady -said. He’s gone already, I make no doubt.” - -However, I kept right on. - -You never seen such forlorn houses as these were in all your born days. - -There was a whole row of them, many as a dozen altogether. The windows -were all broke and the doors bursted in, and in one or two places -the folks in the neighborhood had carried away a whole lot of the -weather-boards to burn. - -There was only two houses in the whole row what had folks living into -them, and one of them was the very number I wanted. - -I tell you I was all in a shake when I knocked on the door--there -wasn’t no bell. - -When the woman came to the door I had my little story all ready. - -“Here’s Mr. Camm’s hat, mum,” I says, “I came over from Mr. -Silverstein’s in the Bowery. There’s a dollar to pay.” - -“No, there ain’t!” she blurted right out mad like, then she switched up -all of a sudden and looked scared like. - -“I don’t know what yer talkin’ about,” she says. “There ain’t nobody of -that name here. You must have got the wrong house.” - -I was half way through the door, and tried to get the whole way in, but -she sorter got in front of me and worked me out into the airy. - -“You needn’t try to crowd in here,” she says. “Get off with your lies -and your hat.” - -“Say, you don’t expect me to lug that hat-box all the way back to the -Bowery,” I says. “Mr. Silverstein has sent hats to this house before, -and I guess you can’t fool me if you try.” - -But I want you to understand that she would slam the door in my face, -and she did. - -Just as I was backing out of the yard I heard a slight rattle of the -blinds at one of the upper windows. - -I looked up and caught a glimpse of a man’s face looking at me through -the slats. - -“Say, is this your hat, mister?” I hollered. - -The face disappeared. - -“By thunder, I’ve a good mind to chuck the thing in the lot sooner than -lug it all the way back to New York,” I hollered again, loud enough for -any one to hear. - -Then I walked off like I was mad. - -“That’s him!” I thought to myself. “That’s Camm.” - -Now, how did I know? - -Couldn’t tell you if I was to try, but I did know. I never had no more -doubt about Camm being in that house from that minute than I have that -I’m Dave Doyle. - -And I was right. - -Wait till you hear what I did, and you’ll see. - -I did chuck away the hat-box--I had no further use for it. I threw it -in a lot, and went over to the Howard House, where the train on the -Long Island Railroad used to start from and stop in them days, and -looked at a time-table. Right away I seen that there was a train for -Greenport at half past eight. It was then pretty near six o’clock. - -Back I goes and lays around the lots a-watching. - -Part of the time I was up at the end of the row, hiding in one of the -unoccupied houses. Part of the time I kept between them and the Howard -House, for I felt dead sure my man would come out sooner or later. - -At quarter to eight I was round in front, hiding behind a tree and -watching the front door, when all at once it came flashing over me, -“What’s to hinder him from going out the back way and cutting across -lots?” - -I run up the street to the end of the row, where I could get a view of -the lots in the rear. - -Sure enough! - -There was a man all muffled up to the eyes in a big ulster coat, -traveling across lots toward the Howard House, carrying a black leather -grip sack in his hand. - -Was it Mr. Camm? - -It might have been him, or, for that matter, anybody else. How did I -even know he came out of that house at all? - -I cut after him, not running, of course, but walking fast enough to -gain on him some. - -This I could see was making him nervous, and he began to walk all the -faster. I took it for a good sign that it was really Camm. - -“If he buys a ticket for Greenport, I’ll grab him,” says I to myself. - -I took a good look at him, wondering how much fight there was into him. -He wasn’t a very big feller, and I was considered a perfect terror down -in the fourth ward, so I wasn’t afraid. - -“I’m good for two like him,” thinks I, and I pinned my shield on inside -my coat, so as to show if a crowd tried to hustle me. But, gracious! -you never know how things is going to come out. - -We’d got pretty well over to the Howard House by this time, and right -ahead, between him and the station, was a lot of empty freight-cars -standing. - -He struck around the cars on one side and me on the other. When I got -onto the platform there wasn’t nothing of him to be seen. - -Thunderation, wasn’t I mad! - -“He’s given me the slip,” I thought. “He’s tumbled to my little -racket,” and I ran around on the other side of the cars, thinking he -must have dodged back. - -But he wasn’t there. I couldn’t see nothing of him no where. I bet you -I was just about the sickest fellow in East New York then. - -Had he slipped into one of the freight cars? - -I thought so, and I was just going to look when all of a sudden the -train came thundering in. - -It was a sort of a switch train. It ran down from Jamaica and then went -right back again, passengers changing cars at Jamaica for the regular -trains on the Long Island road. - -Now I hardly knew what to do. - -The conductor was yelling all aboard, and there wasn’t a minute to lose. - -The train, as it stood, was right close alongside these empty freight -cars, and it would have been an easy matter for a man to step from one -to the other. - -“That’s what he means to do,” thinks I, and I jumped into the forward -car, which was nearest to where I stood, and began to hurry through the -train. - -He wasn’t in that car, nor in the next. - -Just as I crossed the platform to the car the train started, and I -began to think he’d given me the slip altogether, for he wasn’t in the -last car either, as far as I could see. - -I ran through the car as fast as I could with my mind made up to jump -off the platform. When I got to the rear door and was just about to -open it, I suddenly saw my man jump from one of the empty freight cars -as we passed and land on the platform right before my eyes. - -You oughter see me open that door! - -I was out on the platform in a second. He gave one look at me and -seemed to know just what I wanted, too, for he out with a gun and -rammed it right in my face. - -“Blast you! I’ll never be taken alive!” he hissed. - -But I gave the shooter one clip and sent it flying off the train. - -“Help! Murder!” he yelled as we went sweeping past the platform of the -Howard House. - -I grabbed him by the throat and had him down in a minute. Two men -jumped into the car and grabbed me. - -“He’s a thief! He’s trying to rob me!” he hollered. - -“I’m a detective--he’s a defaulter! Help me, gents!” I said, as cool as -I could. - -Well, we got him--that’s all there is to it. - -More than that we got the boodle--a hundred thousand clear. It was all -in the bag. - -They stopped the train and we took him off. One of the fellers what had -jumped on was a policeman, and he helped me take him to the East New -York station. We found a ticket for Greenport on him and a time-table -of the Northern New London Railroad. I never had the least doubt but -what he’d a-got through safe to Montreal if it hadn’t been for Mr. -Brady sending me out to East New York that night. - -As for the reward, Old King Brady scooped it in, and a big laugh we had -on Detective Duffy and the old man Pease, who hung around the Grand -Central till midnight watching for their man who never came. - -“But it was only guess work after all,” says Old King Brady, when he -gave me a big lump of money out of the reward a couple of weeks later -on. - -Very true. - -It was all guess work. - -But there’s something funny about Old King Brady and his guesses. - -Somehow or other he manages to guess right nine times out of ten. - - * * * * * - -NOTE.--Now this case is only a sample of a good many. - -I don’t know why I got the impression that Mr. Camm would try to reach -Montreal by the Long Island road, but I had it as well as Dave Doyle. I -don’t know why I get half my impressions, but I always follow them, and -they don’t often lead me astray. - -One thing in particular is very strongly illustrated by this case which -a young detective should always remember, and it is something which the -majority of our oldest hands are pretty apt to forget. - -Don’t trust to appearances. They are pretty sure to lead you astray. - -Put yourself in the place of the criminal. Try and fancy how you would -act if you were placed in his position, and be guided in what you do -thereby. - -Now here is a rule and it is a good one--yet it is not always safe to -follow it. - -There is another thing to be considered--the intelligence of the -criminal. - -Mr. Camm was an intelligent man--emphatically so. - -Was it to be supposed that an intelligent man making off with a hundred -thousand dollars would openly engage a berth in a sleeping car in his -own name? - -Decidedly not. It was a blind on the face of it. If I had been in -his place I would never for an instant have expected any one to -be deceived by so transparent an action, but I took another thing -into consideration. Mr. Camm was not as well used to the methods of -criminals as I was, therefore I did not blame him for thinking that he -might deceive the detectives by his little game. - -And was he so far out of the way either? - -Evidently not, since he did fool Detective Duffy and my friend Mr. -Pease completely, and this brings me to another point. - -Some detectives can never see beyond the length of their noses. They -seize upon the first clew offered and hold to it like grim death, never -stopping to think that what they consider a clew may be only a bait. - -Such men can never make their mark in this business, no matter how long -they stick at it. They are constantly getting into hot water, and have -only themselves to blame. - -Now a word more about my young friend Doyle. - -He is sharp, shrewd and persevering, but in spite of it he is only -adapted to certain kinds of work, and can never hope to become a great -success. - -Why? - -Simply because he is not possessed of all the qualifications I have -laid down. - -Dave lacks education. He has never in his life moved in good society. -Often it becomes necessary for a detective to disguise himself as a -high-toned gentleman and move in the best society of the land. - -To send Dave Doyle on such a mission would be worse than nonsense. He -would fail before he had the chance to begin. - -Take a case where it is necessary to track a man through the slums -and Dave hasn’t his equal. Take a case of shadowing where untiring -vigilance and bulldog pertinacity are the principal requirements, and -he is there, too, but in disguises he’s just nowhere. That freckled -face and red hair of his is a dead give away--you understand what I -mean. - -To be a successful detective a man must be a thorough gentleman in -every sense of the word. - -A gentleman can adapt himself to the lowest as well as those who are -higher in the social scale, but the case cannot be reversed. - -There are many cases where even I would be useless. - -Suppose, for instance, it were necessary to worm our way into the -confidence of a young lady. What could an old man like me hope to -accomplish in a case like that? - -Nothing, of course. - -It would be necessary to have an assistant, either a good-looking young -man or a woman. - -So you see no detective can cover the whole ground, and you must not -only know how to choose your assistants, but how to use them to the -best advantage. - -That’s where the all important qualification of good judgment and -common sense comes in. - - - - -CHAPTER III. SHADOWING. - - -The art of shadowing is perhaps one of the most difficult things a -detective has to learn. - -I mean, of course, difficult to become a good shadow--of the ordinary -species, dogging the steps of the suspected criminal, giving themselves -away at every possible opportunity, we have plenty and to spare. - -It is not an easy matter to shadow some men unsuspected, and yet there -are others whom one could follow half around the world and never a -suspicion aroused. - -Thus the ease or difficulty in the case of shadowing depends as much on -the subject as upon the shadower; still a good shadower can accomplish -wonders even with a difficult subject if he only gives his mind to his -work. - -The best shadows are men of common minds and insignificant appearance, -who will pass readily without special notice in a crowd. - -Men with strong minds and intense will power are apt, by the very -intensity of their thought, to impress their subject with their -presence, which he soon detects and the usefulness of the detective is -gone. - -Now for these very reasons I do not consider myself a good shadower, -although long experience has enabled me to become quite expert at the -business nevertheless. - -I am too tall; my appearance is too marked. - -I can, it is true, change my appearance by disguises, but I cannot add -to or take from my stature, and my victim soon falls to wondering why -so many tall men keep following him--from that moment my usefulness is -gone. - -I always choose medium sized men with light brown hair and mild blue -eyes for shadows, when I can get them. A boy makes a splendid shadow. -I have used them a great deal, and often very successfully. A woman if -she is shrewd makes the very best of shadows for a man, but a very bad -one for another woman. - -My experience has shown me that most men seldom notice plain women in -the street, although the contrary is generally believed to be the case. - -Of course in all this I allude to city work. Out in the country it -is altogether different. There the shadow must worm himself into the -confidence of his subject and travel with him. He will surely lose him -if he don’t. - -And this is often done, and most successfully. - -I once sent a young man all over South America with a defaulting bank -cashier. It was necessary to inveigle the fellow upon United States -soil before he could be arrested. - -To do this was difficult. My man first struck him in the city of -Mexico and made his acquaintance at a hotel, taking pains to get an -introduction to him which put him on a proper footing at the start. - -For over a year he stuck to him and they grew to be like brothers. - -They visited Brazil, Chili, Buenos Ayres and Peru; eating together, -sleeping together, and all that sort of thing. - -Long before the year was over the defaulter confessed the whole story -to my man. He had taken $100,000 and had it all with him in gold and -bills of exchange except what had been spent in his wanderings. - -One day while at Callao, Peru, my man induced him to visit an American -man-of-war then lying in the harbor. - -This was the opportunity for which he had been so long seeking, and he -immediately revealed himself and placed the defaulter under arrest, -for to all intents and purposes they were then on American soil. - -“My God! Jim, you can’t mean it!” the poor wretch exclaimed. “And I -loved you so!” - -Then he covered his face with his hands and cried like a child. - -He brought him back on the man-of-war and the bank recovered $60,000 by -the operation; the balance had been used up for expenses, and went to -pay me the cost of the detective’s trip, which I personally advanced. - -Now this was a shrewd piece of work. I admired my man for it from a -business standpoint, but from a moral one I despised him. - -I never could have done what he did in the world. It ain’t my nature. -It needs a consummate hypocrite to successfully play such a role as -that. - -But such men are necessary to the detective force, and we must have -them. I suppose all my readers are aware that we make use of thieves, -gamblers and other hard characters very often to assist us in our work. - -We have got to do this. We could not get along at all if we didn’t. Yet -we never trust them one inch further than our interests are concerned; -if we did we should get fooled every time. - -So you see there are shadows and shadows, and the only rule I can lay -down is the rule of common sense. - -In shadowing use your judgment. Employ such means as circumstances seem -to demand. Disguises will help you--are often entirely necessary, but -it don’t do to put too much dependence on them. Common sense, quickness -of thought, and a glib tongue will do more for the shadow than the best -disguise ever made. - -I remember a very clever piece of double shadowing accomplished shortly -after Sam Kean began to study with me. - -As I sent him west soon after it occurred it became necessary for -him to write out a deposition of the case to be used by the district -attorney in preparing the trial of this criminal. I happened to come -across a copy of that document in my desk the other day, and may as -well incorporate it here. I will call it - - -THE STORY OF THE JEWEL THIEF. - -On a certain afternoon in February, I was sitting in Mr. Brady’s private -office, waiting to receive instructions, when the boy brought in two -cards. They bore the names of Mr. Marcus Welton and Mr. J. Denby Opdyke. - -“Two high-toned ducks.” I immediately thought. - -“Skip into that closet, Kean,” old King Brady whispered to me. “I want -you to have a good look at these fellows, and listen to what they say. -You know where the peep-hole is, or you ought to, for I showed you the -other day.” - -I knew, and in a moment I had my eye glued against it. - -I was not mistaken in my estimate of the visitors. They were a couple -of dudes of the most pronounced sort. - -Welton was short and sallow, with big bulging eyes, a drawling voice. -He looked what he was--a society fool. - -His companion, however, was quite different. He was a tall, handsome -fellow, with brown hair, shrewd gray eyes, and a determined mouth; yet -there was something about his face which repelled me at once. - -Both men were dressed in the most pronounced fashion of the day, and -bore every evidence of possessing abundant means. - -“Aw, Mr. Bwady, you got my note left here yestawday, I dessay,” drawled -Welton. - -“I did, sir,” replied the detective in his usual quick way. “Be seated, -please.” - -They accepted the invitation and Welton continued: - -“What I want to see you about is a private mattaw. For some time past -there have been wobbowies of jewelry in some of our best society. These -wobbowies always take place on the occasion of parties or balls.” - -“Yes, sir,” said Old King Brady as he paused. - -“We want you to catch the thief,” said Mr. Welton. “My--aw--mother has -been wobbed of a lot of diamonds. They were taken when she gave her -ball a week ago. I want them--aw--wecovered. My fwiend, Mr. Opdyke, -has a fwiend who has been wobbed. Mrs. Porthouse, widow of Admirwal -Porthouse of the Navy. No doubt you knew the admiral. She has lost -diamonds too--she wants them wecovered.” - -“And very valuable ones they were, I assure you, sir,” put in Mr. -Opdyke, who did not lisp. - -“But have you no clew to the thief, gentlemen? Nothing to go by?” asked -the detective. - -No, they had absolutely nothing to offer. They wanted the thief caught -and the diamonds recovered--they had no ideas beyond that. - -Old King Brady thought a moment. - -“When does society give its next ball, gentlemen?” he asked. - -“To-night at Mrs. Lispenard’s,” answered Mr. Welton, promptly. - -“Very good. To-night I will have a detective at Mrs. Lispenard’s, and -we will see what can be done.” - -“Give him a letter to me and I’ll post him,” said Mr. Opdyke. “My -office is at No. -- Wall street. Let him come before three.” - -“Very good,” replied Old King Brady, and they left. - -Now I fully expected that I was going to be sent out on that case, but -I wasn’t. - -When I came out of the closet Old King Brady had nothing to say about -it, and didn’t allude to the matter for nearly five weeks--in fact till -after Lent. - -One day he called me aside and said, “You remember those two dudes who -called on me that day you hid in the closet?” - -“Yes,” said I. - -“I sent a man to Opdyke,” he said, “and just as I supposed there was -nothing taken that night.” - -“Surely you don’t suspect Mr. Opdyke gave you away?” I exclaimed. - -“I do. He may not have done it intentionally, but I’m certain he did -it. I also have other suspicions. I’ve been quietly looking into this -case.” - -“And your suspicions are?” - -“No matter. I want you to take a hand in it, Kean.” - -“All right, sir,” I said, willing enough. - -“To-night Mrs. Welton, the mother of that young squirt, gives a ball. -You are to be present. You will be admitted without question, for the -servant who tends the door will be one of my men.” - -“And then, sir?” - -“And then you’ll catch the jewel thief if you can,” he replied, -somewhat testily. - -“But have you no instructions?” I asked. - -“No, sir. How can I have instructions when I don’t know anything -about the matter? Do the best you can. I select you because you are a -gentleman and have moved in good society. I expect you to catch that -jewel thief to-night Mr. Kean.” - -“But,” I protested, “ain’t you expecting too much?” - -“That remains to be seen, sir.” - -“I thought Mrs. Welton’s diamonds were stolen?” - -“Bless my soul, sir!” he exclaimed, “the woman is worth four or five -millions--don’t you suppose she’s bought new ones? Go, now, and do your -very best.” - -I left the office feeling that I had shouldered a big responsibility. - -Hurrying home I dressed in my swallow tail and took a cab to Mrs. -Welton’s. I had cards with all sorts of names engraved on them then. I -remember the one I handed to the butler bore the name of Mr. Winfield -Went. I eyed the man and saw at a glance that he was disguised. I -thought I recognized him, but more on that matter later on. - -Once by the door, of course I passed into the parlors unchallenged, my -assumed name was announced, and Mrs. Welton greeted me most effusively. -Whether she knew me or not for what I really was I cannot say. - -Mr. Opdyke was there, and so was Marcus Welton, but I am sure neither -of these gentlemen had the faintest suspicion that I was not straight. - -The parlors were a perfect blaze of light; beautiful women and -correctly attired men were moving in every direction; hidden behind a -bank of flowers a noted orchestra discussed Lanner, Strauss, Offenbach, -and other noted composers of that day. - -Did I join in and dance? - -Well, now, you may be very sure I did. - -Fortunately there was no one present whom I knew, for Mrs. Welton’s was -several pegs higher than any house I had ever visited before. - -“What in the world am I to do?” I kept thinking. “Where am I to begin?” -It was a puzzler, but I hadn’t learned the secret of patient waiting -then. - -After supper I strolled into the smoking-room. - -There were a lot of gentlemen there, Mr. Opdyke among the rest. - -I had no more than crossed the threshold than I perceived that they -were talking about the jewel thief. - -“He’s given you one call, hasn’t he, Welton?” asked a Mr. Dalledouze. - -“Yaas,” drawled Welton. “He got away with a lot, too. But my mother -has weplaced them. She don’t wear diamonds to-night, because she’s -afraid to show them, but there’s ten thousand dollars’ worth in her -dressing-case up-stairs, all the same.” - -“Gad! I wouldn’t blow about it if I was you then,” spoke up a Mr. -Partello. “Whoever the jewel thief is, be very sure he passes for a -gentleman. He may be right among us now for all we know.” - -Then everybody looked at me because I was a stranger, and I haven’t the -least doubt that some of them put me down for the thief. - -“He’s bound to be caught sooner or later, though!” said Mr. Opdyke. - -“Sure,” replied Partello. “No balls given without detectives now, -gentlemen.” - -“I’m surprised,” I put in, “not to see one here to-night.” - -“How do you know there ain’t one?” demanded Opdyke, putting his single -glass into his eye, and staring at me. - -“Is there one?” I asked, as innocent as you please. - -“I know nothing about it,” he said, shortly. I turned away, and began -talking to a gentleman who stood near me. But I kept my eye upon -everybody in the room. - -“If the thief is here, he heard Welton’s foolish boast about the -diamonds,” I reflected. “If he heard that he will try to get them, and -there’s no better chance than now, while the gentlemen are busy with -their cigars.” - -I watched curiously to see who would be the first to leave the room, -and made up my mind that I had got to do a little shadowing. I was -right. - -“Welton!” exclaimed Mr. Opdyke suddenly. “I don’t want to hurt your -feelings, old fellow, but these cigars of yours are not worth a -continental.” - -“Bought ’em at Lark and Gilford’s anyhow!” retorted Welton. “They cawst -twenty dollars a hundred, by Jove, so they ought to be good.” - -“Pshaw! Price has got nothing to do with it,” cried Opdyke. “Let me -give you a cigar that I’ve struck. It’s in my overcoat pocket. I’ll -fetch it in just one minute. You wait.” - -Now I had made up my mind to follow the first man who left the room, -and consequently I started to follow Mr. Opdyke. - -Of course I had to wait a moment for decency’s sake, then I hurried out -to the coat-room. I went straight, too. - -Mr. Opdyke was not there. - -“Where’s that gentleman who was here a second ago, Sam?” I asked of the -darky who had charge of the coats. - -“Warn’t no gemplum here, sah!” replied the fellow grinning, for I had -tipped him a dollar. - -“Sure?” - -“Suah as death, sah.” - -I retreated. But I had not gone two steps before I met Mr. Opdyke -coming along the hall. - -“Got through smoking?” he asked, nodding pleasantly. - -“Yes,” I replied. “You were right about those cigars.” - -“Of course I was.” - -“Did you get those of yours?” - -“Oh, yes. Just got them from my top coat. Have one?” - -“Thank you.” - -I accepted the weed, but I knew that it didn’t come from his coat. - -“Madame,” said I to Mrs. Welton, drawing her aside a few moments later. -“I have a confession to make!” - -“What is it, Mr. Went?” She was all smiles as she put the question, -and when I informed her that I was a detective she didn’t look a bit -disturbed. - -“Well, sir, what is it?” she asked. “I knew a detective was in the -house, but I confess I did not suspect you.” - -“I want you to go immediately and look at your jewel case,” I whispered. - -She turned pale, and yet she ought to have expected it. - -“You don’t mean----” she began. - -“But I do, though. Which is your room, madam?” - -She told me. - -It was close to the door of that room that I met Mr. Opdyke with his -cigars. - -Mrs. Welton took my advice. - -“I’ll wait for you at the foot of the stairs,” I whispered. - -In a moment she came back, looking paler still. - -“Every diamond has been taken,” she whispered, excitedly, “and you know -the thief?” - -“Pardon me, madam; I only suspect.” - -“Who?” - -“No matter.” - -“Not--not my son?” - -“Thank God, no, Mrs. Welton.” - -She looked relieved. - -“Don’t you arrest him here!” she said, hurriedly. “I’d rather lose the -diamonds twice over than to have it occur in my house. I’ll reward -Mr. Brady handsomely if the jewels are recovered, but it must be done -somewhere else.” - -She left me, and I at once got my hat and coat and hurried to the -street. - -As I passed out I noticed that there was another doorkeeper now, but I -thought nothing of it at the time. - -Did I suspect Opdyke then? - -I did, and with reason. - -When I started to go back to the smoking room he was in the coat room -getting ready to leave. I did not stop to speak or delay a moment, but -just tipped the darky a wink, got my coat and slid out ahead. - -“I’ll shadow that man,” I thought. “It won’t do to arrest him and get -left.” - -Candidly, I hardly cared to undertake the job, for he was a big, -powerful fellow and had Mr. Dalledouze with him. - -I slipped across the street, changing my opera hat for a slouch felt, -and putting on a false mustache. - -There I stood behind a tree peering out and watching the steps of the -Welton mansion with eager eyes. - -I was disappointed when I saw them come out together, but it couldn’t -be helped. - -It was then just one o’clock. - -They passed me and never suspected, still talking about the cigars. - -Then I glided after them and saw them enter the Brunswick. They went -into the bar-room and so did I, but I simply passed in one door and out -the other. They were drinking at the bar; that was enough to tell me -that they meant to come out soon. - -Opdyke came out alone ten minutes later. Afterward I learned that his -companion lived at the hotel. - -He started down Fifth avenue. I moved along on the other side of the -way. - -Once he looked round, and I knew that he was looking at me. - -Did he suspect? - -Evidently, for he crossed right over and managed to get behind me. I -grew nervous, but there was no safe way but to keep straight on. - -How keenly I listened to the ring of his footsteps I’ll never tell you. -I still heard them; he was coming toward me--not going back. - -“He don’t suspect,” I muttered. “Perhaps, after all, I’m wrong.” - -Soon he passed me, for I had slackened my pace. He never turned his -eyes, though, but just walked straight across the square, passed the -Fifth Avenue Hotel, and I saw him stop and speak to a hack driver on -the Twenty-third street side. - -Now, here is where what Old King Brady called my fine work came in.[1] -I saw Mr. Opdyke enter that hack, and I saw the driver leap on the box -and whip up his horses, but I did not make the mistake of thinking that -my man was inside. - -Why? - -Positively I can’t tell. I was too far away to see the dodge, but I -felt sure that he had passed through the hack, paying the fellow to -drive off as he did. - -Therefore, instead of running after the hack down Twenty-third street, -as a fool would have done, I shot over to lower Fifth avenue, and was -just in time to spy my man walking on ahead at a rapid pace. - -He had crossed the street while I was watching the hack. - -Now I felt that I had no ordinary person to deal with. He knew me, and -he knew that I knew him. - -Twice he looked around, but I took care to remain as much as possible -in the shadow of the buildings, so he did not see me. While I walked I -changed my hat for another and put on English side whiskers--then I -was a different man. - -Where was he going? - -I had not long to wait without knowing. - -He hurried down Fifth avenue to Waverly Place--along Waverly Place to a -certain side street, running up the stoop of the corner house. Before I -could reach the spot he had passed inside. - -Had I lost him? - -At first I thought so, and was wondering what I ought to do when a -policeman came along. - -I showed him my shield and told him what I was after. - -“What’s going on in there?” I asked, pointing to the house. - -“Sure that’s Mike Reed’s,” said the officer. “You must be a new hand at -the business if you don’t know Big Mike.” - -Now I didn’t know Big Mike, and I said so, whereupon I was informed -that the big one ran a little game. How well the fellow knew! - -“Is it a tough place?” I asked. - -“So, so,” replied the officer. - -I was too proud to ask him to help me. I was resolved to capture that -man myself and take him to the station--something I had never done as -yet. - -But I am willing to admit that I was all in a tremble when I pulled -Mike Reed’s bell. - -There was no trouble in getting in. - -One sharp look on the part of the darky door-tender, and I was admitted. - -There were quite a few persons in the lower rooms, and among them Mr. -Opdyke. He was standing over the _rouge-et-noir_ table, and had already -taken a hand in the game. - -I walked boldly up to the table and joined in. - -Opdyke looked up at me as I bought the chips, but his glance was only -momentary. It was quite evident that he did not suspect. - -We played out four rounds, and to my astonishment I won. - -I could see that Opdyke was getting worked up, and I threw down the -cards and walked away. - -I was deeply perplexed. - -How could I accomplish my purpose without raising a scene? - -There was one way which had suggested itself to me at the outset, and -for want of a better plan I resolved to try that. - -Now before I entered Big Mike’s at all, I had walked around on the side -street and taken a careful survey of the ground. - -There was a low brick wall dividing the yard from the street, and a -back piazza behind the house. - -If I could only get him out into the back yard and through the side -gate I thought, I shall be all right. - -I knew it was make or break with me. If he was an innocent man, my -detective career was as good as closed, for Opdyke was a lawyer and a -member of a good New York family. Nothing short of finding the jewels -in his possession would fill the bill. - -Then I resolved to try the power of dollars and my official shield. - -“Sam,” I said, button-holing the darky in the hall. - -“Yes, sir.” - -“Do you want to make ten dollars?” - -“Yes, sir, you bet, ef it won’t cost me my job.” - -“Do you see that tall, black-haired man in there?” - -“Yes, sir.” - -“Know him?” - -“Yes, sir. He often come here.” - -“Is he liberal to you?” - -“Never give me a cent, sir.” - -“Look here, I’ll give you ten dollars now if you do just as I say. -It shan’t cost you your job and I’ll give you ten more. Sam, I’m a -detective. I want that man, and I won’t get him out of here without a -row--see!” - -Sam’s eyes rolled until only the whites could be seen. I had displayed -my shield. - -“What can I do, sir?” he asked, pocketing the bill. - -“That back door,” I whispered, “is it ever used?” - -“Always, to go out of after midnight, sir.” - -“And the gate?” - -“The gate opens on the inside, sir, wif a spring latch.” - -“Sam,” I continued, “you open that gate, let me out the back way, and -then call out that gentleman, and tell him quietly that some one is on -the back stoop who wants to see him. If he comes out, you’ll find a ten -dollar bill on the stoop just as soon as we’re gone. Be sure you lock -the door after he passes through.” - -When I told Old King Brady about that scheme, he laughed, and said it -was a crazy one, and might have got me into a heap of trouble. - -Very good. I’m willing he should think so. It succeeded all the same. - -Sam opened the gate, let me out on the stoop, and there I waited, ten -dollar bill in hand. - -It was only for a few moments I had to wait, but I just want you to -understand that I got nervous. I was all in a shake when the door -suddenly opened, and Mr. J. Dudley Opdyke, without a hat, stepped out. - -“You!” he exclaimed. “What the devil do you want with me, sir, that you -couldn’t say inside?” - -Bang went the door behind him, and the key was heard to turn in the -lock. - -I think he suspected the moment the door closed, but I didn’t give him -the chance to do anything--not even to say a word. - -“I want you!” I hissed, covering him with my revolver, and clutching -his arm with what Old King Brady calls my iron grip. - -He never said a word, but just went for me. - -In an instant my revolver was knocked out of my hand, and we, locked in -each other’s arms, went rolling down the stoop. - -Then I thought he had me. - -He was trying to get at his pistol--I had no other weapon than the one -I had lost. - -Everything seemed to depend then upon who happened to be the under dog. - -Well, the under dog that time happened to be my humble self. - -“I’ll never be taken alive,” he breathed, half rising and planting his -knee on my breast. - -I saw the glitter of his revolver. I saw him raise it--heard the cock -click, when suddenly a firm voice now grown familiar to me spoke. - -“Don’t yer do it, boss. Drop that shooter or you’re a dead duck. -One--two----” - -The revolver went ringing to the pavement, and through the gate a man -came dashing with a cocked revolver in each hand. By that I would have -known him if by nothing else. - -It was Mrs. Welton’s butler, but it was also Dave Doyle! - -“Grab him!” he breathed. - -I had already grabbed him. - -“Snake him through the gate before the house gets onto us!” he added. - -Well, in spite of the fight he showed we “snaked” him through the gate. - -“What do you want?” Opdyke stammered, now completely cowed. - -“These!” I exclaimed, pulling a jewel-case out of his inner pocket. “I -haven’t been shadowing you for nothing, my friend.” - -“Diamonds!” echoed Dave, holding him while I opened the case. - -“I knowed we’d fetch him, Sam, soon as ever I seen you go out of the -house and started on the shadow myself.” - -Well, we got him safely to the station-house, and then sent for Old -King Brady. - -After that I--but I think I’ve told my story about to the end, so I may -just as well wind up right here. - - * * * * * - -NOTE:--Now, this is a case of double shadowing, and it illustrates also -a great principle in detective science, (which is that when two men -are earnestly working in a case, both determined to succeed) they will -seemingly play into each other’s hands. - -I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s almost always so. - -Dave Doyle told me next morning that he was just as certain that Sam -Kean would try to get his man out by the back way as he ever was of -anything. - -How did he know it? - -Now that is something I can’t tell you--I can only say that the same -thing has often happened to me. - -You see I was inclined to suspect Opdyke, because I had taken the -trouble to inquire into his habits, but I had no idea that Sam would -get anything more than a clew that night. - -Yet to make sure I had Doyle put on the door as butler, Mrs. Welton was -perfectly informed of the whole plot. - -As soon as Opdyke and his friend Dalledouze left the house, Dave, who -had been alive to what was going on, followed them. - -He shadowed Sam all the way to Big Mike’s, and never gave himself away -once. - -How did he do it? - -Why by keeping at a considerable distance and always in the shadow. - -Of course one runs a risk of losing the game by doing this, but Dave -took the chances and won. - -If Sam’s shadowing work was good, then Dave’s was better, but if I had -told either that the other one was working on the case I doubt if the -result would have been so good. - -You can’t act out your true nature if you know some one is watching you -all the time. - -Sam had not the faintest idea that Dave Doyle was on the case until -he sprang through Big Mike’s back gate just in time to save his life, -while Dave, who had been in the house all the afternoon, never knew -that Sam was coming until he suddenly appeared at the door. - -Before this Dave had selected Mr. Opdyke as the thief--I mean before -the night of the party, because he had shadowed him to Big Mike’s the -day previous, and there saw him exhibit a set of diamond jewelry--pin, -ear-rings, etc.--of great value, which Dave at once recognized as -stolen goods. - -That is why I hoped Sam would trap him, and that it would be valuable -practice for him, I knew, so--but there I’ve said enough and need only -add that after a long and weary trial Opdyke was convicted and sent to -Sing Sing on a fifteen year sentence, which was all it amounted to, -for he had powerful friends possessed of that mysterious influence -“political pull.” - -Would you believe it? In less than six months I met Opdyke walking down -Broadway with all the assurance you please. - -“Hello!” I exclaimed, grabbing him by the arm unceremoniously, “how did -you get out?” - -“Go to thunder and find out!” he retorted, pulling away. - -I wasn’t to be put off that way, so I grabbed him again and let him -understand that I meant business. I ran him around to headquarters in -short order. - -Well, what do you think it amounted to for me? - -Confidentially, let me tell you, that it came pretty near depriving me -of my own position on the police force. - -Next day I met Mr. Opdyke sailing down Wall street. - -I didn’t arrest him that time. He is now a noted stock operator and is -believed to be a millionaire, but I know him to be a rascal from the -crown of his head to the soles of his feet. - -That’s the way the efforts of the detective are often brought to -nought. It is an outrage and a shame that it should be so, but so it is. - -“Didn’t I send you to the island for six months last week?” asked my -friend Judge Curtain of a seedy looking specimen who was brought before -him for petty larceny the other day. - -“Yes, yer honor,” was the answer. - -“Then how is it that you are here?” - -“Dunno, yer honor,” grinned the thief. - -Nor did any one else seem to know. - -This time the judge gave him two years, but six months later I saw him -walking calmly down the Bowery one night. - -That’s the way it goes in New York and always has. - -If you are ever going to make a successful detective you have got to -mind your own business strictly and not attempt to correct the morals -of those over you. Nothing but trouble for yourself can ever result. - -FOOTNOTE: - -[1] It is to illustrate Sam Kean’s shrewdness at this particular point -that I cite the case, to show how easily we may be thrown off the scent -when the criminal suspects.--O. K. B. - - - - -CHAPTER IV. DISGUISES. - - -My chapter on shadowing was such a long one, that I am afraid I have -tired my reader out. - -Still, shadowing is a very important feature of the detective business, -and must receive particular attention if you want to be a success. - -Let us now discuss disguises, the most important thing of all, perhaps. - -There is far less disguising done by detectives than most people -imagine. - -It requires an artist to make a success in this line. - -I flatter myself that I have been exceedingly successful as a -disguiser, and at one time in my life my great forte was disguising as -an old woman. I sometimes do that yet, but not very often, for it is a -terribly dangerous part to play. - -Now I can’t be expected to expose my secret methods of changing my -appearance which it has taken me a life time to learn. - -Nor can any other detective. They simply won’t do it. I’ll advise, but -further than that I cannot go. - -A poorly arranged disguise is worse than none at all, for a sharp -criminal can almost always penetrate it, and the moment he does it’s -all up with you, of course. - -For ordinary work full disguises are not necessary. - -But a detective should keep a smooth-shaven face and closely-cropped -hair at all times, so that by slipping on a false mustache or a wig he -can alter his whole appearance. This is about as far as it usually is -necessary to go. - -Suppose my man who went with the defaulter to South America had -depended on a disguise how far do you suppose he could have got without -being discovered? - -You see the point. A calm exterior at all times and unbounded assurance -is better than the best disguise. - -Of course if a man is a bit of a ventriloquist it is a great help, but -this is a rare gift, and not always to be depended upon even with those -who possess it. - -Change of clothing will do much. I always carry several hats; they are -made expressly for me, and can be stowed away on my person. My usual -coat is reversible; so is my vest, but with the trousers you can do -nothing in a hurry, of course. - -A stand-up collar in place of a turn-down, a colored necktie instead of -a black one, a few skillfully-placed lines about the eyes and mouth will -change your whole appearance more than you have any idea. - -This is about all I’ve got to say on the subject of disguises. It is -something every man must learn for himself. The best detectives rarely -employ them, but they are sometimes an absolute necessity for all that. - -Dave Doyle, at the very beginning of his career, began to show marked -ability in making up a disguise. - -I remember one case in particular where I sent him after some green -goods men in which he did very clever work in that line. Let him tell -the story himself. - - -DAVE DOYLE AND THE GREEN GOODS MEN. - -When Old King Brady gave me that circular of the green goods men, sent -to him from Bean Corners, Kentucky, by an honest store-keeper, and told -me that he expected I would bag the fellows, I own up I was kind of -stumped. - -“You’ve got to get good evidence against them, Dave,” he said. “It -won’t be no use for you to pull ’em in without you can prove just what -they are.” - -The first thing I did was to ask Old King Brady to give me -instructions, but he wouldn’t do nothing of the sort. - -“Work it your own way,” he said. “I won’t promise that I shan’t put -another man on either. I want to see how you make out.” - -Well, the first thing I did was to take a long walk up Broadway and -think. I can always think better on Broadway than anywhere else. - -I had read the circular over two or three times and about knew it by -heart. - -It was signed by a feller named Clancy and stated, as all them -green-goods circulars do, that he had some of the best counterfeit -money in the world--so good that no one could ever detect it--which he -was willing to sell at such a cheap price that a man could easy get -rich in a week or two if he could only work the stuff off. - -Of course there was no address. The fellow what got the circular was -told to write to the New York post-office and make an appointment at -some hotel. - -This is just what I done. I wrote a letter to Mr. Clancy and sent it -out to a cousin of mine in Wisconsin to mail. I didn’t tell any one I -done this. - -After about ten days I got a letter from my cousin enclosing one from -Mr. Clancy. - -He was very glad that I had sense enough to take in the greatest -opportunity of the age. He would meet me at Van Dyke’s hotel in the -Bowery, just as I said, and would soon show me the way to get rich. - -I said in my answer that I’d be in front of the hotel on a certain -day at a certain hour, and would blow my nose twice with a red -handkerchief. He was to know me by that. The name I gave was Spalding. -I made out I kept a country store at Jim’s River--that’s the name of -the town where my cousin lived. - -Of course I was on hand at the appointed time. - -So was Mr. Clancy. - -I was made up just a little--not much--but I wasn’t made up like Mr. -Spalding. - -Not a bit of it. I got Sam Kean to do that, for I had told him all -about the case, and asked him to help me out, which of course he did, -for ever since that night I saved his life in that Broadway store, Sam -and me has been the best of friends. - -Sam stood right in front of the Van Dyke just as the big clock behind -the bar was striking three. - -I was just across Bayard street, standing in the doorway of the New -England, taking the whole business in. - -No sooner had Sam pulled out his red handkerchief, and given a snort -that knocked the cornet fellow in the Dime Museum across the street -silly, than I saw a good-looking chap with black whiskers and very -respectable, come across the Bowery. - -He walked right by me, so I got a good look at him. Next thing I knew -he was talking to Sam. - -I watched ’em for near half an hour. He seen me watching, too, and got -nervous, but this was just what I wanted, so I never budged. - -Bimeby he give it up, and Sam went back into the hotel, Mr. Clancy -making tracks down the Bowery as fast as ever he could go. - -“That’s all right,” says I. “So far first-rate.” - -I wanted to speak to Sam most awfully, but I didn’t dare, for you see I -couldn’t tell who might be watching, so I just scooted down the Bowery, -and catching up with man, gave him a tap on the shoulder. - -You’d just orter seen him turn on me, but I was as cool as a cucumber, -you bet. - -“What yer want?” he says. - -“You,” says I, showing my shield. - -He turned white and then began to bluff. - -“Oh, you go to blazes!” he says. “You don’t know what you’re talking -about.” - -“Yes, I do,” I says. “I know well enough. I’m sent after Clancy, the -green goods man, and you’re the very fellow, but if you’ll jest keep -your shirt on we may fix the thing up.” - -“Say, young feller,” he whispered, catching my arm, “say, I ain’t -Clancy. Clancy’s a friend of mine, but if they’re onto our racket mebbe -we might fix it up together for him.” - -“Of course, if you’re only reasonable,” I says. - -“Oh, I’m the most reasonablest feller you ever seen,” he says, “if you -only rub me the right way. Let’s come and have a drink. I seen you -watching me back there, and I know’d you was a detective. I know’d, -too, that you was one of the sensible kind.” - -Well, we went and had a drink--in fact we had three or four. - -“Are the police onto us?” he says. - -“They are,” says I. “If they wasn’t, why would I be here? They know -all about you, and I advise you as a friend to change your quarters at -once.” - -“To-day?” he says, looking kind of scared like. - -“Yes, to-day.” - -“Won’t to-morrow do?” he says, laying a twenty dollar bill down on the -table where we was sitting. - -“Green goods?” says I, picking up the bill. - -“Not much,” says he, laughing. “I guess you know what green goods -amounts to as well as I do, Reilly,”--Reilly was the name I give him -when we first began to talk. - -“To-morrow won’t do. I’m on the case to-day,” I says, “but to-morrow -I’ve got to go to Boston, and they may put on another man when I tell -them I saw you trying to scoop in a sucker at the Van Dyke.” - -“But you won’t tell ’em?” he says. - -“Oh, I’ll have to,” says I. “How do I know that some other feller -wasn’t watching me same as I was watching you?” - -He looked kind of nervous and bothered like, and I knew why. - -“Look here, boss,” I says, “how long do you want?” - -“Only about an hour,” he says eager like, “and then I’ll be ready to -move, and there’ll be a hundred dollars dropped anywheres you say.” - -“It’s a go,” says I. “Is that sucker well lined?” - -“Three thousand,” says he. “I seen a thousand of it meself, and I know -there’s more.” - -I may as well mention that Old King Brady lent me a thousand to work -with--real green goods; not a good bill among the lot, I thought. - -“When are you going to meet him?” I says. - -“About five o’clock,” says he, “in front of the Astor House. He’s -afraid to move about in daylight for fear the police will go for him. -Ha--ha! the fool. He’s just about the greenest I ever seen, yet he -seems to be an intelligent kind of a chap, too.” - -“You shall have the time,” says I. “I won’t report till six -o’clock--will that do?” - -“Oh, elegantly! Where’ll you lay in the meanwhile?” - -“Is there a back way out of this place?” - -“You bet there is.” - -“Then that’s enough. I’ll manage the rest.” - -“An’ the hundred dollars?” - -I gave him a fictitious address to which I told him to mail the -money--as though he would have done it in any case. - -Then we separated, I going out the back way, he by the front. - -So far my little scheme had worked to a charm. - -When I got round into Chatham Square I looked in every direction for -Mr. Clancy without being able to get a sight of him. At last I slid -into a certain saloon just above the Atlantic Garden. I expected to -find Mr. Spalding of Jim’s River waiting for me there and I did. - -I made for the wash-room, and presently he followed. - -“What luck, Sam?” I whispered, as soon as I made sure that we were -alone. - -“Bully--he bit.” - -“I should say so. You showed him the green goods?” - -“Yes: he was so struck with the bigness of the pile that he never -stopped to look at them particularly--he feels dead sure they’re all -straight.” - -“You didn’t find out where his place is?” - -“Ah, no, I’m to meet him at the Astor House at 5, and he’s to take me -there.” - -“I know all that,” I answered hurriedly. “Off with your clothes, old -man.” - -“Not here, Dave,” he says. - -“Yes, here. We’ll change a piece at a time. Must do it. All would be -spoiled if we were to be seen together.” - -It was ticklish changing, but we got through with it splendid. - -There was a glass in the place, and when I looked at myself I declare -I could hardly believe it wasn’t Sam in his disguise what was standing -there, but of course Sam hadn’t red hair, so he didn’t look much like -me. - -I didn’t want that, though--didn’t expect it. ’Twasn’t part of the game. - -“Lay low now, young feller,” says I, “and don’t let ’em see you. If -there’s any sign of a row you just sail right in.” - -“You bet I will!” says he. “I ain’t forgot, Dave, that you saved my -life twice,” which was all very well for him to say, and I had no -objection to his thinking so, though, between ourselves, I never felt -that that fellow Opdyke had the courage to shoot. - -Well, I was at the Astor House at five o’clock, feeling a little bit -shaky I will admit. - -I seen him coming across from the post office. He’d been to get more -green goods letters from country suckers, I s’pose. - -First off I thought he was going past, but pretty soon he saw me and -steered straight for me. - -I watched him close as he gave me one sharp look. Then I knew I was -safe. - -“You’re on time,” he says, coming up close to me. “See, I’ve been -over to the post-office, look at this bunch of letters. They are all -from fellows who’ve tried my goods and want more. That’s the kind of -business I do.” - -“Let me read one of the letters so I’ll know you ain’t foolin’ me,” I -says, doing Sam’s country voice as well as I could. - -I saw him come the flim-flam and snake a letter out of his pocket and -work it into the bundle. - -That was the letter he gave me to read, of course, and equally of -course it was a blooming fake. - -It told how the writer had used up ten thousand dollars in green goods -in three months without ever having a complaint. - -He was the slickest fellow with his hands ever I seen. He got another -out of his pocket somehow, pretending to get it out of the pile, and I -never seen him, although I was looking for that very thing. - -“Seems to be a good business,” says I. - -“You bet,” says he. - -“Can we go now?” says I. - -“We could have gone this afternoon if it hadn’t been for you,” says he. -“There’s nothing at all to fear. I’ve been doing this thing too long -not to know how to manage the racket, you bet.” - -“Where’s your place?” says I. - -“Come with me and I’ll show you,” says he. - -I asked him if he was sure there wasn’t no one watching us, which gave -me an excuse to look ’round for Sam, who had stopped over by the post -office. I couldn’t see nothing of him, though, and I wondered where -he’d gone. - -“Come on; it’s all safe,” says Clancy. “I’ve got the biggest pull with -the police of any man in New York. Why, I pay the commissioners their -little divvy. I don’t bother with no captains even. There isn’t an -officer of the force what would dare to touch me.” - -I could hardly keep from laughing as I followed him around into Ann -street, where gamblers and green goods men used to be a big sight -plentier in them days than they are now. - -We got to a door on the left hand side just beyond the alley. - -I thought he was going up-stairs to Jack Bridge’s place, but no, he -made a dive down into a lager beer saloon in the basement, took me into -a back room and then, unlocking a door, we landed in a little box of a -place about four by five, where there was nothing but a stove, a desk -and a couple of chairs. - -He locked the door first of all--then he turned on me. - -I tell you now if I wasn’t measuring that man it’s a caution! - -“I wonder which of us two’s got the most muscle,” thinks I. - -“Let’s see your money, Mr. Spalding!” says he, handing me a cigar and -lighting one himself. - -“Let’s see yours!” says I. “Gimme a light!” - -“You’re a cool one,” says he. “D’yer ’spose I’m going to give up my -green goods and take my chances of getting my pay?” - -“But you’ve seen my money once.” - -“Oh, all right. You’re suspicious. You think I ain’t straight. That’s -what’s the matter with you, my boy.” - -“Not at all. I only want to be on the safe side. I haven’t come all the -way from Wisconsin to be sucked in--let me tell you that.” - -“You needn’t holler so,” he says. “I hain’t deef. Do you want every one -in the saloon to hear you?” - -“You don’t think there’s no danger, do you?” I says. - -“No, I guess nothing serious is done yet,” says he, “but to make all -sure I’ll just step out and look how the land lays.” - -I knew his game. He’d gone to make ready to shift the bags--it was -the old dodge. I made up my mind to use the minute I had for all it -was worth. There was two doors to the place, the one leading into the -saloon we’d came in by. I wanted to see where the other led to and I -found out, for I opened it with one of my skeleton keys. Theater Alley -was outside. - -I didn’t fasten the door, and had no more’n time to get back to the -desk where he’d left me than Mr. Clancy was in again. - -“It’s all right,” he says. “Nobody tumbled. Don’t talk so loud -again--that’s all. Now I’ll show you the goods, and we’ll close this -little transaction in just about two seconds. I want you to understand, -my friend, that this is no saw-dust swindle. I know you think so, but -you are as much mistaken as though you’d lost your shirt. There’ll -be no sending the goods by express. No, sir. I shall give them to you -right in this room, and here they are.” - -He opened a drawer in the desk and took out a big pile of new -greenbacks--straight money, mind you, every bit of it. It takes money -to run a green-goods business, I want you to understand. - -“How much’ll you take?” says he, after I had examined one or two sample -bills till I told him I was satisfied. - -“Guess I’ll strike in with a thousand dollars’ worth,” says I. “How -much’ll that buy?” - -“Three thousand,” he says. “I’m going to be liberal with you, Spalding, -and give you three for one.” - -“Wall,” says I as though I was thinking like, “if that’s the case you’d -better make it two thousand.” - -“Say three?” - -“Hain’t got so much.” - -“But you said you had up at the Van Dyke.” - -“Wall, letter go,” I says. “You see, three thousand in counterfeit -bills was just what I had.” - -He counted out his money and I counted mine. - -Then he counted mine and I counted his. - -“How you going to carry it?” says he, kinder nervous like. - -His eyes were fixed so sharp on his own money in my hands that he -hardly looked at mine, and as the place was kinder dark never seemed to -tumble to the fact that it wasn’t all O.K. - -“Carry it in my pockets,” says I. - -“That pile?” says he--“you see it was all ones and fives, while mine -was in fifties and hundreds and there was a slew of ’em. You can’t do -it. You’d be overhauled before you could get to the Herald office. I’ll -lend you my grip sack,” he says. - -It was the old dodge--just what I’d been expecting. I felt kind of -nervous myself then, especially for Old King Brady’s counterfeit money, -for it’s against the law for any one to handle counterfeit money--even -detectives are not excepted, I want you to understand, and my boss had -told me he’d hold me responsible if it wasn’t got back. - -He put his money in the bag and mine in the desk. - -Then he put the bag on the desk and began jumping round all of a -sudden, whispering that there was a row in the saloon and he’d have to -go out and see what it was. There must have been a row if noise went -for anything, but I’ve no doubt it was a put up job. - -He ran to the door, and I pretended to follow him, but all the same I -had my eye peeled for the bag, and saw it disappear through a panel in -the back of the desk just as I had expected, and another just like it -come in its place. - -“It’s all right; only two fellers fighting,” he says, popping in next -minute. “Now, then, everything is all straight, and you’d better light -out as soon as you can, for that fight may draw the cops in.” - -He picked up the bag and handed it to me. - -“You’d better go out this way,” he says, pointing to the door. - -Now the ticklish time had come. - -Where was Sam? It had been arranged that he should follow me and be -ready to help in case I needed him, but I hadn’t seen nothing of him -when I looked out. - -Clancy seemed surprised when he found the door unlocked. - -“Slide right out,” he whispered. “I hear some one coming.” - -“All right,” says I, “but you’ll come, too,” and I grabbed him by the -collar, and, before he knew what was coming, was dragging him up the -steps. - -I’d dropped the bag and had yanked out my revolver, but I never got the -chance to use it--oh, no! - -Quick as a wink he out with a knife and tried to get at me. - -I saw the flash of the blade and managed to knock up his arm. - -Then I went down right in the alley and he on top of me. - -I tell you I was scared. Things began to dance before my eyes, and I -thought I was a goner when all at once two men jumped out from behind a -lot of ash barrels and pulled him over on his back. - -“Old King Brady!” I heard him gasp, and there it ended as far as he was -concerned. - -“Hold him, Dave!” hollered Old King Brady, diving through the door. - -Me and the other fellow held on like grim death, you bet. Let’s see, I -forgot to say that the other fellow was Sam. - -That was about the end of it altogether, for Old King Brady scooped in -his pal at the point of the revolver just as he was coming through the -door to find out what the row was all about. - -It was a mighty lucky thing for me, too, that they happened to come -along just as they did, for if they hadn’t I honestly believe I’d been -a dead man in about one minute’s time. - -We scooped ’em both, but we didn’t get their money, for of course the -bag was stuffed with old newspaper. What became of it we never knew. -Old King Brady found his in the drawer of the desk, though, and when I -began to talk about it as counterfeit he only laughed at me. - -“I was fooling you about that, Dave,” he said. “It’s every dollar of it -good.” - - * * * * * - -NOTE.--Of course I wouldn’t have dared to handle counterfeit money any -more for that purpose than any other, for it’s entirely against the law -even to have the stuff in your possession. - -I own I let Dave believe that it was counterfeit, although I didn’t -actually tell him so, and I did this because I thought he’d be too -cautious with it and spoil the whole game if he thought it was good. - -Of course I ran the risk of losing it--I knew that. I expected to lose -it, but I was willing to take the chances for the sake of accomplishing -my ends. - -Now I must say that my pupil displayed considerable ingenuity in -handling the case, and as I had never asked him, and he had never told -me any of his plans from the moment he began to work, he was justly -surprised that I happened along as I did. - -But it was no accident. - -I knew all about it. I saw the meeting at the Van Dyke, I overheard the -conversation in the saloon, I followed them from the Astor House to Ann -street, and was peering through the window when the transfer of the -money was made. - -Dave told Sam Keen all about the business, and Sam, by my direction, -told me. - -I had put the boy on his mettle, but I didn’t propose to see him -harmed, and he came precious near losing his life as it was. - -Now there’s an example of how I can shadow. I’d say more about it, but -I don’t want to boast. - -I changed my appearance three times that afternoon. Sam knew me, for -he helped me, but Dave never had the slightest suspicion that he was -under “Old King Brady’s” eye. - -We sent those two rascals up for a long term, and so far as I know, -they served it out. I presume the saloon keeper got the money and kept -it. Of course he was one of the gang, and I closed up his place in a -hurry, but as I could prove nothing against him he was soon set free. - -Dave, adopting Sam’s disguise, was as skillful a piece of business as I -ever did. - -I don’t think Clancy--that wasn’t his name by the way--has the -slightest idea to this day that he was not dealing with the same person -from first to last. - - - - -CHAPTER V. RINGING IN. - - -Another very important duty that a detective often has to perform is to -“ring in with the gang.” - -To arrest a criminal without having first obtained sufficient evidence -to convict him of his crimes, seldom leads to any good result. - -Often gangs of thieves organize for business, and if you get one you -get all of them, as a rule, for thieves seldom have any honor among -themselves, the old saying to the contrary, nevertheless. - -Now to catch a gang like this it is often necessary to select a man to -join them, a very ticklish business, by the way. - -If the thieves are young men, you’ve got to get a young man to do the -job. I’d be no use at all in such a case. - -I remember shortly after the green goods case that an order came to me -from the inspector to look into the matter of a gang of young toughs -who were believed to make their headquarters in an unused sewer away up -on First avenue. - -For a long time these scoundrels had maintained a perfect reign of -terror in the neighborhood of East 66th street, knocking men down -and robbing them in broad daylight, breaking into stores, coming the -flim-flam game on women, and all that sort of business. - -There’s just such a gang operating on the West side of New York now, -and the police seem quite powerless to do anything to put them down. - -When the matter was placed in my hands I sent for Dave and told him -that he must join that gang, find out their secret hiding-place and -then betray them into my hands. - -Dave heaved a sigh. - -“Couldn’t you get somebody else to do that beside me, Mr. Brady?” he -asked. - -“Why, Dave,” said I, “you have been selected because I think you just -the man for the job. What’s the matter with you going? Why do you -object?” - -“Well, to tell the trute, Mr. Brady (Dave always dropped into his old -New York accent the moment he was the least excited), that gang is a -tough one.” - -“You are afraid?” - -“Oh, no!” - -“I could hardly believe it after all the evidence I have had of your -courage. What, then?” - -“Bad luck to it all, me first cousin, Patsey Malloy, is running that -gang,” he blurted out. “You wouldn’t have me go against my own flesh -and blood!” - -“Now you look here, young man,” said I, going up to him and shaking my -finger in his face. “You just want to understand one thing, and that -is, if you are ever going to make a successful detective, you’ve got to -lay all personal considerations aside. This Patsey Malloy--is he a bad -one?” - -“You’re right, he is!” replied Dave gloomily. - -“Has he broken the law?” - -“A t’ousand times!” - -“And you are under your solemn oath to arrest all lawbreakers?” - -Dave looked confused. - -“Can’t we fix it no way so’s to save Patsy?” he asked. - -“If that could be done I suppose you would just as soon see the rest -bagged as not?” said I. - -“Why, of course!” he answered, hastily. “And I think it can be fixed. -I’ll see Patsy and let him know it’s either a question of his turning -State’s evidence and giving me the gang or having some one else put on -what’ll scoop ’em all in.” - -“Would he do that?” I asked. - -“Why, of course, rather than be took himself,” replied Dave, looking -surprised that I should ask such a question. - -That settled it so far as Dave was concerned. I told him that I’d think -about it and let him know. I saw at once that he was not the man for -the work. Then I sent for Sam Kean. - -As soon as he came I told him the whole story. - -“Do you think you could ring in with that gang?” I asked. - -“I’d like to try ever so much,” he said. “I’ve wanted this long time to -see what I could do with the roughest classes.” - -“Ain’t you afraid?” - -“Not a bit of it.” - -“If they get an idea of the truth they’ll certainly kill you. Your life -wouldn’t be worth two cents.” - -“I’ll take the risk, Mr. Brady,” he said, boldly. - -“All right,” said I; “you shall do it; but you must work quick. I want -you to begin to-night.” - -“I’ll do it, sir,” he said, and he did do it most effectually. Let him -tell the rest of the story himself. - - -JOINING THE GANG. - -It was a cold night when I joined the sewer gang. - -Old King Brady says I must make a short story of it, so I’ll just begin -in the middle and not tell how I located the gang--how I found that one -of their hanging out places was a certain gin mill on the corner of -First avenue and Seventy-third street; how I learned that they numbered -more than seventy, ranging in age from twelve years to thirty. Briefly -I found out all that and more. - -It was a howling wilderness up in that neigborhood in those days, -though it’s all altered now; literally howling that night, for the -wind blew a perfect gale, as it is very apt to do in the month of March. - -I knew all about the neighborhood, for during the week I had been -scouring it in every direction collecting evidence. - -I heard of men being waylaid and knocked down in broad daylight, or -unwary drunkards being lured into those solitudes, robbed and thrown -over the rocks into the East River; of burglaries and all sorts of -outrages being committed. Yes, I want you to understand that gang was -tough. - -So was I--in appearance. - -I wore a pair of ragged trousers, old shoes with my frozen toes -almost on the ground. Overcoat I had none, and the coat I did have -was thin, dirty and ragged, buttoned up to the throat to conceal a -fearful-looking shirt, under which were three others, or I should -certainly have frozen to death. As for my hat, I need only say that I -picked it out of the ash scow at the Seventeenth street dump. - -When I reached the lumber shed on the corner of Sixty-ninth street I -stopped and whistled, leaning up against the fence. - -Presently I heard a voice speak through a knot-hole in the fence and -say: - -“Is it you?” - -“Yes,” said I. - -“All O.K.?” - -“Yes,” said I. “I’m to meet him in ten minutes. I had a long talk with -him last night and all is fixed.” - -“Where is it?” asked the voice. - -“Couldn’t find out,” I replied. “You’ll have to follow me and see.” - -“All right. Be very careful,” said the voice--then all was quiet. - -I had worked hard to get as far as I had got in the business. How I -managed to get acquainted with one of the leading spirits of the gang I -ain’t going to tell. - -It is enough to say that I had got acquainted with him and that he had -promised to initiate me that night. - -“Red McCann”--that was his name. I met him in the gin-mill ten minutes -later. - -He and two other toughs were waiting for me by appointment. They -greeted me in the most friendly manner and we had several beers at my -expense. - -It was a great night for me, and I was expected to treat. I was going -to “join the gang.” - -Soon we started across lots working down toward the river. Just what -street we were near at last I can’t say, for but few were opened then, -and these being cut through the solid rock all looked alike. It was -terrible cold, and I want you to understand that I was glad to get to -the end of the journey at last. - -“Ain’t we most there?” I asked of Red McCann. “I’m just about perished.” - -“Oh, you’ll be there soon enough, cully,” he answered, winking at his -companion, a fellow called “Schnitz.” Whether it was really his name or -not, I’m sure I don’t know. - -I saw the wink, and for the first time I began to wonder whether, after -all, I had not deceived myself in thinking that I had deceived these -fellows as to my true character. - -But, no; I couldn’t believe it--I wouldn’t believe it. - -I had worked so hard to accomplish my purpose. I had gone to lengths -that made me shudder to think of. - -Beside, I knew if they even suspected me my life was scarce worth a -rush. I forced myself--absolutely forced myself--not to be afraid. - -“Is it much further, Red?” I asked in my best “tough” dialect. - -“Only a little way,” he answered. “Do you see that house right by the -river bank?” - -“Yes.” - -“Do you see de woods on de left?” - -“The woods,” was a little clump of locust trees, once a shady grove in -some gentleman’s grounds in the days when the house would have been -called a mansion. - -“I see,” I said. - -“Well, we get into the sewer through that house by way of de cellar,” -answered Red. “We’ve got a underground passage cut jist like you read -about in dime novels. Oh, I tell you it’s bully! We’ve got feather beds -and eat off chiny dishes. We only take our beer out of silver mugs----” - -“You lie,” broke in Schnitz laughing; “we keep our beer in silver kegs -and drink it outer gold steins.” - -“You’re fooling me, boys,” said I, in dismay, an icy coldness striking -around my heart. - -“Not much, you son of a gun!” cried Red. “It’s you who are trying to -fool us. Hey fellers! Here we are! Let’s initiate Detective Kean!” - -Can you fancy my feelings at that moment? - -If you can’t try and fancy them at the next, when I suddenly found -myself surrounded by twenty or thirty of the toughest-looking specimens -I ever laid my eyes on. - -We had reached the grove now, and a man seemed to spring from behind -every tree. - -I saw that my midnight mission was already accomplished. - -Make no mistake--I had joined the gang! - -It was no use to attempt to defend myself. - -They were around me like a pack of wolves in an instant, a dozen -hands held me, a dozen more were going through my clothes, possessing -themselves of revolvers, knives, money--everything, even to my official -shield, which, like a fool, I had loose in my trousers’ pocket. - -If ever I felt sick it was then, but I had hope. - -The voice which talked to me through the lumber yard fence was Old King -Brady’s. - -He ought to be on hand with a posse of police even now. - -“Oh, you needn’t look for your friends,” cried Red McCann sneeringly. -“We seen you talking with them down by the lumber yard. We’ve fixed all -that--we’ve given ’em the proper steer. - -“Hey fellers!” he added, “this is the bloke what tought he was goin’ -ter ring in wid us. What’ll we do wid him! It’s for you to say.” - -“Punch him! Slug him! Shoot him! Drown him?” - -These and several other pleasing suggestions were offered by the crowd. - -Where was Old King Brady? - -Was it as Red claimed that he had been thrown off the scent. - -I felt that I was lost then, and I am willing to admit that I gave -myself up to die, for they fell upon me like savages, kicking and -beating me, dragging me at last to the edge of the rocky bluffs which -overhung the East river, and pushing me over. - -Before I knew what was coming I went whirling through the air with -frightful velocity, striking the water below with a resounding splash. - -That is the way I joined the gang! - -Never shall I forget the moment when I rose to the surface and began -struggling with that terrible current which sweeps through the narrow -channel between Blackwell’s Island the New York shore. - -It seemed hours since I had fallen, yet it could scarce have been -seconds. - -Up on the hill I could hear men shouting, and as I straggled toward the -rocks I saw Old King Brady and his policemen appear on the bluffs and -look down. - -“Help! help! help!” I shouted, but the wind swept my voice over to the -island. To my despair I saw Old King Brady turn away and I knew that he -had not heard. - -“Help! help! Help, Mr. Brady!” called another voice right before me as -if in echo of my own. - -I raised my eyes and looked ahead. - -I was near the rocks now, swimming as well at my bruised and frozen -limbs would permit. - -There, crouching upon them, I saw the figure of one of the gang whom I -instantly recognized as a fellow who had been particularly active in -the attack upon myself. - -Oh, how my heart sank! - -I turned on my back and was about to strike out into the deep channel, -when suddenly I saw Old King Brady coming back to the edge of the bluff. - -“Hold on, Sam. Hold on! Don’t go back for God’s sake!” called the -fellow on the rocks in a familiar voice. - -He leaned forward, caught my foot, and began dragging me in shore. - -Did I resist him? - -Oh, no! I guess not. - -I was so surprised, so overcome, that I think I must have fainted. - -When I came to myself a moment later, I was lying on the rocks above -the reach of the tide, and bending over me were Old King Brady and the -young tough. - -“Kean! Kean! rouse yourself!” exclaimed the detective. “I was just a -moment or two slow. Thank goodness! he’s coming round all right again! -You’ve been deceived, Kean; they’re on to you----” - -“Well, I should think I might know it,” I answered, somewhat testily. -“I’ve been sucked in, fooled, played with--it’s a wonder I wasn’t -killed.” - -“Which you might have been if it hadn’t been for our friend here,” he -answered, glancing at the young man who had appeared upon the rocks. -“It’s all right though. You’ve tracked ’em here, and that’s been the -means of bringing about just what we want, or will be. This young man -is going to show us the way into the sewer, he says.” - -“To turn informer?” said I. “Why, he’s one of the gang, you know.” - -“Yes, yes, and here come _my_ gang down the rocks at last. Now, then, -young man, pilot the way, and I’ll make it worth your while, you can be -very sure.” - -He raised his lantern, which he had drawn from his pocket, and threw -its light before the villain’s face, starting back as he did so with an -exclamation of surprise. - -“Dave! Dave Doyle! It can’t be,” he burst out. - -“But it is, though, Mr. Brady,” was the quiet reply. “You wouldn’t -trust me, so I had to do this job myself. I’ve done it too. Call your -men, get ready your revolvers. I’m going to show you the secret way -into the sewer, and there’s nothing in the world to prevent you from -capturing the whole gang.” - - * * * * * - -NOTE.--Well, I own I was surprised when my lantern suddenly revealed -Dave standing there upon the rocks. - -You see, I hadn’t been thinking anything about the fellow, so why -should I expect to see him? I was taken all aback. - -I presume my readers expected an entirely different termination to this -story. - -Let me add, so did I. - -I thought Sam was succeeding splendidly, I never dreamed that Dave had -moved in the matter till I saw through his carefully arranged disguise -as we three stood there on the rocks. - -I have introduced this case simply to show you how detectives sometimes -get left as well as other folks. - -It was Dave, not Sam who showed us the secret entrance to the sewer -in which the gang had their headquarters, and whither they had now -retreated in fancied security. I had not been deceived by the false -“steer.” - -But I have not space enough left to tell how we captured them. - -Let it suffice to say that we did capture them, that we scooped them -in completely, and during the brief fight none fought better than Dave -Doyle who captured his cousin with his own hands. - -To this day I doubt if Mr. Patsy Malloy knows that it was Dave. - -We broke up the sewer gang forever, and sent a lot of them over to the -island, and now for the point I want to bring out strong. - -Every man to his own kind. - -That’s the best rule a detective has to follow. - -If it is hard to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, it is equally -hard to make a sow’s ear out of a silk purse. - -I tried to make a tough out of Sam Kean, and I failed. - -Why, Dave, who had secretly joined the sewer gang a week before Sam got -ready to begin, told me that they saw through Sam from the very start. - -“He couldn’t fool ’em, Mr. Brady,” he said. “I was awful sorry I -couldn’t warn him, and I would have done so if I’d knowed he was going -to come that night, but I didn’t until it was too late. I meant all -along to tell him in time.” - -“Why couldn’t he fool ’em, Dave?” I asked. - -“Can’t you tell a tough when you see one?” - -“I rather think I can.” - -“Then so can we tell a gentleman. I’m a tough myself, and I know.” - -He was right, but be overstated the case in calling himself a tough. - -Dave Doyle had been born among them and brought up among them, but he -never was a tough himself, but a thoroughly honest fellow from the word -go. - -When I intimated that he was not the man for the sewer-gang job, on -account of his relationship with the leader, he resolved to show me -that he was the man, and he did. - -Dave succeeded without an effort where Sam, with all his efforts, -failed, and came within an ace of losing his life. - -Therefore, I say, every one to his place. - -But Sam Kean made a splendid detective. I used him as my society man -for years, until he went off at last on his own hook. - -So also with Dave. He remained my man for the work in the slums and a -better one I never had. - - * * * * * - -Now then, boys, has all this taught you how to become a detective? - -I’m afraid not. - -I’m afraid that after all you feel disappointed that I have not laid -down some cast-iron rule which will throw you into the high tide of -success in our business like the touch of Aladdin’s lamp. - -Let me say to the disappointed ones confidentially give up the idea of -ever becoming a detective. - -It will be just as well, in fact, a great deal better. - -If you can’t see the force of all my remarks, if you can’t learn the -lessons contained in the cases cited, believe the old man when he tells -that your genius runs in other channels, and you will do better to -leave the detective business severely alone. - -As for the rest of you--you who have read this little book and enjoyed -it, I mean--there is at least reason to believe that you might make -successful detectives if you have a mind to persevere. - -But is the game worth the candle? - -Think what a detective’s life means. - -Hard work, exposed to cold, hunger, thirst, great danger, and every -privation. I’ve been through all of these things, and just so sure as -you embark in the business you’ll find yourselves there too. - -Another thing which I haven’t mentioned that shouldn’t be forgotten. -It is the social position which the detective occupies--always has and -always will. - -By nine men out of ten he is looked upon as a spy, and regarded with -dislike and distrust. - -A detective can have but few friends; many have none. - -Men may flatter him and praise his shrewdness, but they will ever shun -him and keep him at arm’s length. - -I have grown rich at the business--very rich--but let me say right here -that I am one in a thousand. - -Most of our detectives work hard and suffer much, and in the end die -poor and despised. - -If you don’t believe me hunt up some detective and ask him; he’ll tell -you the same thing. - -Still if you must be a detective start right and be honest, and you -will always be able to respect yourself, no matter what others may -think. - -[Illustration: THE END.] - - * * * * * - -ARE YOU READING - -“Work AND Win” - -IT CONTAINS - -The Great Fred Fearnot Stories - -ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY - -32 PAGES PRICE 5 CENTS - -HANDSOME COLORED COVERS - -Each number details the interesting, humorous and startling adventures -of two bright, independent boys. 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OLD KING BRADY TELLS WHY HE WROTE THE BOOK.</a></p> -<p class="hangindent"><a href="#CHAPTER_I_A_LETTER_FROM_DETECTIVE_KEAN">I. A LETTER FROM DETECTIVE KEAN.</a></p> -<p class="hangindent"><a href="#CHAPTER_II_CAUGHT_BY_A_HAT">II. CAUGHT BY A HAT.</a></p> -<p class="hangindent"><a href="#CHAPTER_III_SHADOWING">III. SHADOWING.</a></p> -<p class="hangindent"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV_DISGUISES">IV. DISGUISES.</a></p> -<p class="hangindent"><a href="#CHAPTER_V_RINGING_IN">V. RINGING IN.</a></p> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="chapter"></div><!--Page break for ePub--> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> - - -<h1>HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE</h1> - -<p class="center xlargefont" style="margin-top:2em">By OLD KING BRADY</p> - -<p class="center largefont">(The World Known Detective).</p> - -<div class="boxit"> -<p class="center largefont" style="margin-top:2em">In which he lays down some valuable -and sensible rules for beginners, -and also relates some adventures -and experiences -of well known -detectives. -</p> -</div> - -<p class="center largefont" style="margin-top:2em"><span class="smcap">New York</span>:<br /> -<span class="largefont">FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher,</span><br /> -24 <span class="smcap">Union Square</span>. -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="chapter"></div><!--Page break for ePub--> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year -1902, by</p> - -<p class="center">FRANK TOUSEY,</p> - -<p class="center">in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, -D. C.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"></div><!--Page break for ePub--> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center xxlargefont" style="padding-bottom:0.5em">HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE<br /> -<span class="xlargefont">By OLD KING BRADY.</span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="no-break"><a name="INTRODUCTORY" id="INTRODUCTORY"></a>INTRODUCTORY.<br /><span class="mediumfont">OLD KING BRADY TELLS WHY HE WROTE THE BOOK.</span></h2> - - -<p>Some of my friends will no doubt wonder why I should -leave the beaten track and contrary to the course I have -always adopted of furnishing notes to my friend, the New -York detective, write a book myself.</p> - -<p>The fact of the matter is the number of boys who love to -read my adventures has grown to be so numerous—it is -away up in the hundreds of thousands Mr. Tousey tells me—that -their wishes have got to be respected.</p> - -<p>For several years they have been asking for instructions -from me which will transform them from school-boys into -full-fledged detectives, as though touched by a magician’s -wand.</p> - -<p>The idea of such a thing!</p> - -<p>But there are many who would like to become detectives -if they could, and are willing to take time to learn the business, -which, believe me, has to be learned like everything else.</p> - -<p>Of course there may be some “smart Alecks” who have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> -picked up the business—doubtless there are—but like extra -smart people in other lines they do not often make it a success.</p> - -<p>Therefore I say that to give a series of rules which, if followed, -will make a boy a detective, would only be to make a -fool of myself and my pupils too.</p> - -<p>It can’t be done.</p> - -<p>In our business no two situations are ever alike; the case -you are working on to-day is totally different from the case of -to-morrow, and the case of next week different again from -either, and so it goes.</p> - -<p>What I propose to do, therefore, is to tell how I made -one boy—no, two—detectives. Let their experiences serve -for others to go by.</p> - -<p>First, however, let me give a list of the particular qualities -and attainments necessary to make a good detective, -and say also a few words on the different kinds of detectives—the -good and the bad.</p> - - -<h3>QUALIFICATIONS OF A GOOD DETECTIVE.</h3> - -<p class="aditem1">1. Indomitable courage and good health.</p> - -<p class="aditem1">2. Strict honesty.</p> - -<p class="aditem1">3. A fair education. <em>Necessary.</em></p> - -<p class="aditem1">4. A knowledge of languages. <em>Highly desirable.</em></p> - -<p class="aditem1">5. The ability to read men readily. (This is a quality which -will improve by practice. It cannot be expected at -first.)</p> - -<p class="aditem1">6. Perseverance.</p> - -<p class="aditem1">7. An agreeable disposition; the ability to make one’s self -popular among men.</p> - -<p class="aditem1">8. An acquaintance with the methods of changing the facial -appearance and arranging disguises. (This is perhaps -the hardest thing of all to acquire. Most detectives -will not disclose these secrets. The help of a good -theatrical costumer, or an actor should be sought. -Practice makes perfect—don’t forget that.)</p> - -<p class="aditem1">9. Capability of careful thought and the ability to weigh evidence, -and not to allow yourself to be deceived by appearances.</p> - -<p class="aditem2">10. Caution.</p> - -<p class="aditem2"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> - -<p class="aditem2">11. Control of the temper.</p> - -<p class="aditem2">12. Last, and most important of all, Common Sense.</p> - -<p>Now I say that unless a boy possesses to a certain degree -these twelve qualifications he better not think about becoming -a detective.</p> - -<p>The office is an important one and performs a great use in -the world, but it can easily be prevented and the detective -degraded to the level of a hired spy.</p> - -<p>Never in my life have I undertaken a case where I have -not at least <em>believed</em> that I was working on the right side.</p> - -<p>I don’t propose to sell my services to bad men to work out -bad ends.</p> - -<p>Others are not so particular. Such are not true detectives—they -are simply spies.</p> - -<p>As to the means of getting the opportunity to learn the -business of detective, I can only say that it is just like everything -else; there are all sorts of ways.</p> - -<p>Application to some good private detective agency will give -you that information. If it is not convenient to do that, consult -some honest detective, either police or private, and he -may be able to tell you how to get a start.</p> - -<p>For a boy to throw up his business and go a stranger to -any of our great cities with the idea of at once blooming -out into a detective can only bring disappointment.</p> - -<p>You have got to start right to come out right.</p> - -<p>There are hundreds of detectives, moreover, who barely -make a living. Only the experienced and the skillful grow -rich, for it is in this business precisely the same as in everything -else.</p> - -<p>Only hard work, patience, pluck and perseverance will win -the fight.</p> - -<p class="marginrightindent"><span style="padding-right:5em">I remain, my dear readers,</span><br /> -<span style="padding-right:3em">Your obedient servant,</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">James Brady</span>. -</p> - -<p><em>New York, April 1, 1890.</em></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"></div><!--Page break for ePub--> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I_A_LETTER_FROM_DETECTIVE_KEAN" id="CHAPTER_I_A_LETTER_FROM_DETECTIVE_KEAN"></a>CHAPTER I.<br /><span class="mediumfont">A LETTER FROM DETECTIVE KEAN.</span></h2> - - -<p>One of the brightest and most successful of our New York -detectives is Mr. Samuel Kean, at present attached to Pinkerton’s -Agency.</p> - -<p>He was one of my pupils, and a better one I never had.</p> - -<p>I have therefore selected a few of his early cases to illustrate -the kind of work that a young detective has to engage -in.</p> - -<p>Let him tell about his first case himself. I thought it -would be more interesting to let him do his own talking, and -accordingly wrote him and asked that he would describe his -first case in his own way. Here is the answer I received:</p> - -<p> -<span class="smcap">New York</span>, March 20th, 1890.<br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p><span class="smcap">My Dear Mr. Brady</span>,—You ask me to write you a letter -and tell you all about my first case and how I became a detective.</p> - -<p>Now it will be very easy for me to do this, for I have never -forgotten a single thing that happened that night, and I -don’t believe I ever shall forget, if I live to be a hundred -years old; and yet, after all, it wasn’t much of a case. It -would have been mere child’s play to you if you had been in -my position, which, of course, you wouldn’t. For you -wouldn’t have allowed yourself to be deceived the way I was—that’s -one thing sure.</p> - -<p>I was between eighteen and nineteen then, and had left -school some six months before I got the idea of being a detective.</p> - -<p>My father was dead against it from the start, and my -mother wouldn’t let me even mention the subject, but you -see I had been reading about you and your wonderful cases -in the <span class="smcap">New York Detective Library</span>, and I got an idea that -I would like no better fun than to be a detective myself.</p> - -<p>“Pooh! You haven’t got the courage to be a detective!” -exclaimed my father one evening, when I broached the subject -for the hundredth time. “You’d run at the first fire, Sam.”</p> - -<p>“Did I get my cowardice from you, sir?” I asked mildly.</p> - -<p>“Not much! You got it from——”</p> - -<p>“Don’t say it came from my side of the house, Mr. Kean!” -snapped my mother. “My father was all through the Mexican -war, and you got a substitute when they drafted you -time of the Southern rebellion. The boy is a plaguey sight -braver than you are.”</p> - -<p>Now I had my mother on my side from that moment.</p> - -<p>The result of my father’s fling was a big family row, which -ended in the old gentleman’s getting me a letter of introduction<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> -to you, Mr. Brady. I took the letter down to your office -one morning, and that’s the way it began.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know about this,” was the first thing you said. -“Young men born with silver spoons in their mouths rarely -make good detectives. Don’t you think you’d better try your -hand at some other line of business, my friend?”</p> - -<p>I told you that I meant to be a detective if I died for it, -I believe, or something of that sort. I know I wanted very -much to speak with you alone, and felt rather mad because -there was another person in the office, a slim, freckled-faced, -red-headed young chap of about my own age, whose cheap -dress showed that he belonged to the working classes. I -had rather a contempt for him, and was just wishing he’d -get out, when you sent him out without my asking.</p> - -<p>“Now that fellow has got the very kind of stuff in him -that good detectives are made of,” you remarked, and I remember -I inwardly laughed at you.</p> - -<p>“Why, he’s nothing but an ordinary street boy,” I thought -to myself. You know who I refer to—Dave Doyle.</p> - -<p>Then you talked to me a long time, and asked me all -about my education and my health, besides a whole lot of -other questions, which at the time seemed to me were of -no account, but which I now understand to be most important.</p> - -<p>As almost every answer I gave seemed to be the very one -you did not want, I had just about made up my mind that -you were going to reject me entirely, when all at once you -surprised me by saying that I could try it if I wanted to for -two months, after which you would either pay me something -regular in the way of wages, or tell me to get out.</p> - -<p>I don’t suppose you know it, Mr. Brady, but when I left -your office that morning I felt about nine feet high.</p> - -<p>I was sure of success, and I firmly believe that it was the -very certainty I felt that made me succeed.</p> - -<p>I was to report next day, and I did so.</p> - -<p>You put me in charge of a man named Mulligan, one of -the lowest type of police detectives, who was looking for a -pickpocket called Funeral Pete, a fellow who made a point -of robbing people at funerals.</p> - -<p>“Funeral Pete” had taken alarm, and was in hiding, and -Mulligan and I undertook to find out where.</p> - -<p>Well, we didn’t find out, but I learned a lot of other things, -for Mulligan dragged me through nearly every dive in New -York.</p> - -<p>I was amazed and not a little startled.</p> - -<p>Had I got to mix up with such dreadful people as these in -order to make myself a detective?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> - -<p>It made me sick to think of it, still I had no notion of turning -back.</p> - -<p>This state of affairs kept up for a couple of weeks.</p> - -<p>First I was sent out with one detective, then with another. -There was no disguising, no shadowing, nor shooting. -Everything seemed terribly commonplace.</p> - -<p>One night I spoke to you about my disappointment. I -told you this wasn’t the sort of thing I wanted, that I had expected -to go about disguised with wigs and false mustaches, -carrying revolvers, bowie-knives, dark lanterns and handcuffs -in my pockets, and all that sort of thing.</p> - -<p>How you laughed! I shall never forget it.</p> - -<p>“Why, bless you, some one’s got to do the kind of work -you’re doing,” you said, “and very often just such work becomes -necessary in the most important cases. However, if -you’re tired of it I’ll try you on another sort of a job and see -how you make out.”</p> - -<p>You took me into the office and began to talk.</p> - -<p>“Did you ever study bookkeeping?” you asked.</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said I.</p> - -<p>“How good a bookkeeper are you?”</p> - -<p>“I can do double entry.”</p> - -<p>“As they teach it in schools?”</p> - -<p>“Yes.”</p> - -<p>“Humph. I’m afraid that won’t amount to much, still, -you can try.”</p> - -<p>“Try what?”</p> - -<p>“Listen to me! To-morrow morning you go down to No. —— Broadway, -office of the Eagle Steamship Line, and say -I’m the bookkeeper Old King Brady spoke of. That will be -enough. They’ll engage you.”</p> - -<p>“What for?”</p> - -<p>“To keep books, of course.”</p> - -<p>“But I don’t want to be a book-keeper—I want to be a -detective.”</p> - -<p>“Hold on, hold on! A detective has got to be anything -and everything. You will take the job and go to work. You -will also keep your eyes open and try and find out who is -robbing the safe every night or two, of small amounts—do you -understand?”</p> - -<p>“Ah! I’m going to be put on a case at last then?”</p> - -<p>“Of course you are. There is no information to give you -except that some one of your fellow employees is a thief, and I -want to catch him. You must watch every man in the office -and you mustn’t let one of them know that you are watching. -As for further instructions, I haven’t got any to give. It is -a case for you to show what you are made of. I will give -you one week to accomplish something in. If you have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> -nothing to report at the end of that time, I shall put on -another man.”</p> - -<p>Wasn’t that putting me on my mettle?</p> - -<p>Well, I thought so then, and I haven’t changed my opinion -since.</p> - -<p>I resolved to show you what sort of stuff I was made of -before the week had passed.</p> - -<p>Of course, when I presented myself at the Eagle steamship -office I was engaged at once.</p> - -<p>The line ran down to South America somewhere—Brazil, -if I remember rightly—and the proprietor’s name was Sandman, -a bald-headed, snuffy old Scotchman who was terribly -exercised about the robberies, but I felt very sure, from what -I heard the other clerks say, that, even if I did succeed in -catching the thief, I needn’t look for any big reward, for, -with one voice, they pronounced Mr. Sandman “meaner than -mud.”</p> - -<p>Now the store occupied by Mr. Sandman was on the west -side of Broadway and had a half-story opening on a level -with the New Church street sidewalk in the rear, where the -freight was kept and from which most of the shipping was -done.</p> - -<p>The clerks all had desks inside a big wire partition down -near the door, and old man Sandman’s office was in the rear, -while the safe which was being robbed stood between the -last desk and the private office, with only the door leading -down into the freight department between.</p> - -<p>I was immediately put to work on the outward freight -book.</p> - -<p>It was simple enough. I hadn’t the least trouble in keeping -the book, but how to worm myself into the secrets of my -fellow clerks—there was the rub.</p> - -<p>There were six of them altogether.</p> - -<p>Jim Gleason, the “inward freight,” on my left; old Mr. -Buzby, the head book-keeper, on my right; Hen Spencer, the -foreign correspondent, stood nearest the safe all day, and -then there was a fellow named Mann, another named Grady, -and an office boy; besides these, there were the fellows in the -freight department down-stairs.</p> - -<p>Which out of all this crowd was the thief?</p> - -<p>Never did I so fully realize my want of experience in the -business as when I had been in the office of the Eagle Line a -few days, without being able to accomplish anything more -than to get every one down on me.</p> - -<p>“He’s always snoopin’ about and listenin’ to what a feller -says,” I overheard Grady say to Mr. Buzby one day.</p> - -<p>“That’s so,” replied the book-keeper. “I seen him peekin’ into -the safe the other day. I don’t see what old Sandman<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> -wants him for anyhow. He’s slower than death about -his work and as thick-headed as a mule.”</p> - -<p>I was in the closet blacking my boots at the time for it -was near the hour to close.</p> - -<p>Oh, how mad I was! for I knew they were talking about -me.</p> - -<p>I made up my mind then and there that old Buzby was the -thief. “Anyway,” I reasoned when I left, soon after, “if -it ain’t him, who is it? He’s the only one besides Mr. Sandman -who has the key.”</p> - -<p>Such was my theory at the end of the first week.</p> - -<p>I pumped Jim Gleason next to me, the pleasantest fellow -in the whole office, a little inclined to be fast, perhaps, if his -everlasting chatter about girls, policy and horse races meant -anything, but so kind, and seemed to take such a fancy to -me, that I couldn’t help liking him better than any one else -in the crowd for all that.</p> - -<p>From him I learned that the robberies had been going on -for a long time, even continued since I came there. This -greatly surprised me. The safe was an old one, he said, and -Sandman was too mean to buy a better. Somebody who -had a key was doing the stealing, Gleason thought, and he -openly hinted that Mr. Buzby was the thief.</p> - -<p>Saturday night came, and according to orders I went up -to your office to report.</p> - -<p>“How are you getting on?” says you.</p> - -<p>“Not at all,” says I, “except that I’m certain that old -Buzby, the book-keeper, is doing the stealing.”</p> - -<p>“Can you prove it?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, no!”</p> - -<p>“What makes you think so?”</p> - -<p>“The clerks all think so.”</p> - -<p>“When you say all which ones do you really mean?”</p> - -<p>“Jim Gleason for one—Spencer for another.”</p> - -<p>“Which one told you this?”</p> - -<p>“Gleason.”</p> - -<p>“How came he to tell you?”</p> - -<p>“Well, he works next to me, and we got to talking.”</p> - -<p>“Did you tell him you were a detective?” you asked, turning -on me suddenly.</p> - -<p>“Well, I’m afraid he guesses it,” I replied, turning red.</p> - -<p>“Why?”</p> - -<p>“From something he said.”</p> - -<p>“After you had given yourself away?”</p> - -<p>I grew redder still.</p> - -<p>“I was asking him about the robbery, and he suddenly -asked me what I wanted to know so much about it for.”</p> - -<p>“And what did you say?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I said, ‘of nothing, just curiosity;’ then he asked me -how much they paid me, and told me in a whisper that he’d -caught on to my little racket, and knew I was a detective.”</p> - -<p>“And you denied it?”</p> - -<p>“Yes.”</p> - -<p>“Be very sure he didn’t believe you,” you said. Then -you told me that I was a fool to give myself away, and I expected -to hear you say “don’t go there again. I’ll put another -man on,” but you didn’t, and Monday morning I went -back to the desk the same as usual. I had no instructions -from you how to act, for we had been interrupted in our -conversation, and I hadn’t seen you since.</p> - -<p>Monday night Jim Gleason asked me out to have a -drink, and I went and took a beer with him. While we were -in the saloon Hen Spencer dropped in.</p> - -<p>“So there’s another new man taken on,” he remarked.</p> - -<p>“Who?” asked Gleason.</p> - -<p>“Feller in the freight room down-stairs. Wouldn’t wonder -if he was a detective, too. I seen him snooping round -old Buzby’s desk. I only wish I wasn’t dependin’ on the old -feller’s good opinion to keep me solid with Sandman, I could -tell a thing or two, but there ain’t no use. The old man -thinks the sun rises and sets in Buzby’s ear.”</p> - -<p>“What could you tell?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“Oh, no matter.”</p> - -<p>“Have another drink?”</p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t mind,” he said, and after that I treated to -cigars and made myself as pleasant as possible, bound to -work it out of him before I got through.</p> - -<p>And I succeeded. We were seated at a table talking confidentially -in a little while, and I was flattering myself on my -shrewdness in drawing young Spencer out.</p> - -<p>It happened that he had seen in old Buzby’s desk a false -key to the outer door of the freight room, which was supposed -to be entirely in charge of the freight superintendent.</p> - -<p>“I tell you what it is, fellers,” he added, “if we could only -manage to get that key and slip in there some night, I have -a key what would open his desk, and I’m sure we’d find something -among his papers to prove that he’s the one who is -prigging money from the safe.”</p> - -<p>I jumped at the idea.</p> - -<p>“Get me the key for an hour,” I said, “and I’ll have another -made.”</p> - -<p>“Great scheme!” cried Jim Gleason. “If you do that -we may catch him in the very act. Look here, Hen, I may -as well tell you a secret. Mr. Kean is a detective. He’s put -in the office to watch us.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Shut up with your nonsense!” I cried. “I only want to -help you fellows—that’s all.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t deny it,” persisted Gleason.</p> - -<p>“I might have guessed as much,” said Spencer. “I never -seen a sharper fellow than you are, Sam Kean. Don’t you -fret. I’ll snake the key out of old Buzby’s desk while he’s -at lunch to-morrow. We’ll have him where the wool is short -and don’t you forget it. It’ll serve him just right too, for all -his impudence to me.”</p> - -<p>“How much has he taken altogether?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“Why he reports that $500 is missing so far,” was Spencer’s -reply, “but as he’s doing the stealing himself, how is -one going to tell?”</p> - -<p>After that I did not attempt to deny to these two that I -was in the office as a spy.</p> - -<p>They got the key and I had the duplicate made.</p> - -<p>Thursday night was set for the execution of our little plan, -for the reason that Spencer pretended to have been told by -the old bookkeeper that he was going out of town that -night.</p> - -<p>“I’ll bet you what you like it’s only a dodge,” he said. -“That’s the night he intends to make his next haul.”</p> - -<p>I was in high feather. I had no orders to go to the office -and report to you so I didn’t go.</p> - -<p>“Wait till I surprise Mr. Brady by dragging Buzby to the -New Church street station,” I said to myself, for we three -had agreed to do that very thing, provided we caught him in -the store.</p> - -<p>When the store closed that evening I slipped down-stairs -to try my key in the lock of the freight-room door.</p> - -<p>All hands had gone, or at least I supposed they had, so I -was awfully startled at having a slim young fellow with -black hair and determined-looking face suddenly pop up -from behind some cases and ask me what the mischief I was -doing there.</p> - -<p>Really I forget what excuse I made, but I know I lit out -as soon as I could, and made the best of my way up-stairs.</p> - -<p>When I met Gleason and Spencer at a certain beer saloon -in Greenwich street at eleven o’clock that night I told them -about it, and could see that they looked worried.</p> - -<p>“That’s the new hand, Jack Rody,” said Jim.</p> - -<p>“I hope he ain’t one of Buzby’s pals,” added Hen, “but -I wouldn’t be one mite surprised if he was.”</p> - -<p>Now I thought this was nonsense, and I said so. We got -to talking about other things, and there the matter dropped.</p> - -<p>“Time’s up, boys,” said Jim at last, just as the clock struck -twelve. “We’d better slip round there now. There’s just -one thing that worries me though.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> - -<p>“What’s that?” asked Hen.</p> - -<p>“Suppose the cop catches us trying to enter the store.”</p> - -<p>“Well,” replied Gleason. “Sam can fix that. He’s got -his shield I suppose.”</p> - -<p>“I’ve got no shield,” I answered, this disagreeable possibility -occurring to me for the first time.</p> - -<p>But I was a good deal worried. I felt that it would be -simply sickening to be arrested for burglary and have to send -for you to get me out.</p> - -<p>No such trouble occurred, however.</p> - -<p>We watched our chance and slipped in through the back -door of the Eagle Line office without the slightest difficulty.</p> - -<p>It was not until we got the door shut and locked that I -began to wonder what we were going to do for a light.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I looked out for that,” whispered Jim. “I’ve got a -dark lantern.”</p> - -<p>He pulled it out, lit it and flashed it round him. There -was no sign of Jack Rody, though I must confess I half expected -to see him spring up from behind the cases again.</p> - -<p>“Old Buz ain’t here, that’s one thing sure,” whispered -Gleason, when we got up-stairs into the office.</p> - -<p>“We’ll lay for him an hour or so, anyhow,” replied -Spencer.</p> - -<p>“Mebbe he’s been here already,” suggested Jim.</p> - -<p>“Suppose we open the safe and see if he’s taken anything?” -said Spencer, after a moment.</p> - -<p>Now I give you my word, Mr. Brady, that this was the -first I began to suspect there was anything wrong.</p> - -<p>“Open the safe!” I exclaimed. “How are you fellows -going to open the safe? What do you mean?”</p> - -<p>“We mean this,” hissed Jim, turning suddenly upon me, -“we are tired of playing a dangerous game for small stakes. -There’s a thousand dollars in that safe to-night and we intend -to have it, and leave you here to be pulled in as the thief.”</p> - -<p>I was thunderstruck. I saw it all.</p> - -<p>“You’ve been playing me for a sucker,” I blurted out. -“I’ll show you——”</p> - -<p>“No you won’t!” breathed Spencer, drawing a revolver -and thrusting it in my face. “We have been playing you -for just what you are. You pretend to be a detective! Bah! -you’re nothing but a little squirt, anyhow. We’ll fix you. -Here, Jim, give him his drink.”</p> - -<p>I fought like a tiger, never heeding the revolver, for I was -sure they wouldn’t shoot. Still I did not dare to make any -outcry, for that would be sure to bring matters to a crisis.</p> - -<p>It was all over in a minute. They had me down, and, -while Gleason held me, Spencer got a rope out of his desk -and tied me. Then Jim forced my mouth open, while his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> -companion poured a lot of whisky down my throat, almost -strangling me. I seemed to be entirely powerless to help -myself.</p> - -<p>Then I yelled like a good fellow.</p> - -<p>All it amounted to was to cause them to jam a handkerchief -in my mouth.</p> - -<p>Never before nor since have I been a prey to such terrible -feelings as I endured while I lay there and watched those -two scoundrels open that safe.</p> - -<p>Spencer was the one who had the key—a ridiculous old -thing made up of a number of steel prongs which fitted in a -slot.</p> - -<p>I thought then and I still think that it served Sandman -just right to be robbed, for trusting his money in such an -old-fashioned affair.</p> - -<p>Well, they opened it and they took the money from the -cash-drawer, shaking the bills in my face in triumph.</p> - -<p>“They’ll find you here in the morning,” sneered Gleason. -“Mebbe they’ll believe your story, and mebbe they won’t. -Anyhow your goose on the detective force is cooked. Next -time you try to pump a fellow, go at it in the right way.”</p> - -<p>Of course I could say nothing—only stare helplessly.</p> - -<p>I heard them laugh, I saw them move toward the basement -door.</p> - -<p>Then all of a sudden I saw the door fly open, and a determined -voice shouted:</p> - -<p>“Drop that money, gents, and the shooter along with it, -or I’ll drop you!”</p> - -<p>It was Jack Rody, the new freight clerk.</p> - -<p>His face was pale, but determined, as he stood there covering -those two rascals with a cocked revolver in each hand, -and to my further surprise I saw that his hair was not black -now, but red.</p> - -<p>Then I knew him.</p> - -<p>It was David Doyle, the young fellow I had met in your -office the day I first called.</p> - -<p>Did we capture them?</p> - -<p>Well, we just did.</p> - -<p>Rather, I should say, Dave Doyle did it.</p> - -<p>He made them release me, and then we took them to the -station together, and next day Jim Gleason confessed that -he and Spencer had done all the stealing.</p> - -<p>You remember the end of it. They turned out to be a -couple of worthless fellows and went up to the Elmira Reformatory -in the end.</p> - -<p>You were not very hard on me for the ridiculous way in -which I had managed the affair—not half as hard as you -might have been.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> - -<p>That’s the story of my first case, Mr. Brady, and it taught -me a lesson which I never forgot. Yours truly,</p> - -<p class="marginrightindent"> -<span class="smcap">Sam Kean</span>.<br /> -</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—I may as well add that I knew all about that midnight -business from the first.</p> - -<p>No sooner had Sam Kean told me of the conversation he -had had with Jim Gleason than I suspected the fellow, and -put an experienced man to watch him nights.</p> - -<p>I soon found that he and Spencer were inseparable companions; -that they were drunkards and gamblers, and capable -of committing any crime.</p> - -<p>Kean had made a blunder very common with beginners in -the detective business. He had not properly weighed the -evidence, and had become a cat’s-paw of the real criminal -through allowing himself to be flattered.</p> - -<p>I didn’t blame him a bit.</p> - -<p>When I first began to go about as a detective, I fell into a -similar trap several times.</p> - -<p>I was so sure Gleason and Spencer were doing the stealing, -that I would have arrested them on suspicion and forced -a confession out of them, had it not been that I wanted Sam -Kean to understand just how foolish he had really been.</p> - -<p>Well, he found out—don’t make any mistake about that. -A more thoroughly taken down individual you never saw.</p> - -<p>After that he was willing enough to receive all the instructions -I had a mind to give him.</p> - -<p>You see I got Doyle into the freight-room at the end of -the week, just as I told him I would, but Dave’s appearance -was altered by a black wig, and Sam never guessed who it -was. Besides that I was in the cellar and came to the rescue -at the proper moment.</p> - -<p>It was Dave and I who took those two young scoundrels -around to the New Church street station, or rather I did the -most of it, for Dave had all he could do to take care of Sam.</p> - -<p>Do you notice that my account of the end of the affair -differs slightly from his? You will observe that he don’t -mention me at all?</p> - -<p>Well, no wonder. The poor fellow was so drunk that he -did not know which end he was standing on that night.</p> - -<p>He says they forced liquor down his throat after he was -bound. I know this to be true, for Dave saw them doing it -through the key-hole; but I’m afraid Sam had taken several -drinks before, or the stuff would not have had the effect -upon him that it did.</p> - -<p>Now this brings me to another and most important point—one -that a young man in starting upon the career of a detective -has got to pay more attention to than anything else.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> - -<p>As a detective you will often be thrown into positions -where you have got to drink.</p> - -<p>Now a drinking detective is but a poor worthless creature, -as a rule. Then what are you going to do?</p> - -<p>Here, again, no rule can be laid down. You must be -guided by your constitution, by your conscience, by circumstances.</p> - -<p>If you allow liquor to get control of you be very sure you -will not be able to control your man. To think this is to -make a great mistake.</p> - -<p>Great criminals are seldom drunkards. If they lead you -to drink, it is only that they may get the best of you in some -way or other.</p> - -<p>Still, to refuse absolutely, would be to excite suspicion, -which leaves you between two fires, as it were.</p> - -<p>I can only warn you—I cannot dictate.</p> - -<p>The best way is to plead that liquor never agrees with you—too -much never agrees with any one—and stick to temperance -drinks.</p> - -<p>If you feel that you must drink, make your drinks as small -as possible and as few.</p> - -<p>Some detectives have a knack of slyly turning their glass -into the cuspidore or on the floor; others make it a rule to -call for gin and then fill another glass with an equal amount -of water; both the gin and the water being white they drink -the latter and pretend to taste the gin.</p> - -<p>These tricks may work satisfactorily if your man is under -the influence himself, but if he is sober you are pretty sure -to get caught at it and have your plans spoiled.</p> - -<p>Whisky may have helped some detectives to make captures, -and procure information which could never have been obtained -without its aid; but on the other hand it has ruined -thousands of young men who have set out to follow our business, -and sent them to a drunkard’s grave.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"></div><!--Page break for ePub--> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II_CAUGHT_BY_A_HAT" id="CHAPTER_II_CAUGHT_BY_A_HAT"></a>CHAPTER II.<br /><span class="mediumfont">CAUGHT BY A HAT.</span></h2> - - -<p>Very often a little thing will furnish a clew and bring the -criminal into the hands of the law, where all the shrewdness -and vigilance in the world proves at fault.</p> - -<p>The older I grow, the more firmly I believe that circumstances -have a great deal to do with the success of some detectives. -You may call it Providence, luck or whatever name -you like.</p> - -<p>You may lay out your plans in the most careful manner, -but you seldom follow them as you originally propose.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> - -<p>Indeed, a detective who cannot break one of his rules and -change his mind to suit the occasion, can never hope to be a -success.</p> - -<p>Little things, sudden ideas which seize hold of your mind, -often lead you to results which the best formed plans could -never do. Such has ever been my experience, and such also -is the experience of my old pupil, Dave Doyle, who began to -study under me at about the same time as Sam Kean.</p> - -<p>Dave was a smart fellow, and a born detective, although a -young man of no education at all, and for this reason unfitted -for certain kinds of detective work.</p> - -<p>Let me introduce one case in particular where Dave succeeded -by following a sudden idea which seized hold of me. -Later on Dave began to get ideas of his own.</p> - -<p>I will let him tell the story himself.</p> - - -<h3><span class="smcap">Dave Doyle’s First Case.</span></h3> - -<p>When Mr. Philander Camm defaulted and ran away with -$100,000 of the funds of the Bakers’ Bank there was the -biggest kind of a row.</p> - -<p>A big reward was offered to any detective who would -get him, and there seemed to be a chance that some one -might earn it, for it was believed that the thief hadn’t left -New York.</p> - -<p>I had just gone to work for Old King Brady then, and -when I read the account in the papers I says to myself:</p> - -<p>“I wish I could scoop in that reward.”</p> - -<p>I went up to the office that morning and spoke to Mr. -Brady about it.</p> - -<p>“Well,” he says, “and if you did get him the reward -wouldn’t be yours by rights, but mine. Ain’t you working -for me?”</p> - -<p>Now I hadn’t looked at the thing that way, but I saw right -off he was right.</p> - -<p>“I’d like to get it for you then,” I says.</p> - -<p>“That’s another part of speech,” says he, “and maybe -you can. I ain’t got time to work up the case myself. Go -ahead and see what you can do. If anything comes out of it -I won’t be mean.”</p> - -<p>“Do you mean it?” says I.</p> - -<p>“Of course I do,” says he. “You’ve got to take up a big -case some time, and this will be a good one to begin with. -You’ll have every detective of any account against you, -though. There ain’t one chance in forty that you’ll succeed.”</p> - -<p>Wasn’t that encouraging?</p> - -<p>But Old King Brady always did put things straight and call -a spade a spade.</p> - -<p>“What shall I do?” I asked him.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Don’t ask me,” he says. “Make up some plan for -yourself.”</p> - -<p>“I s’pose he’ll try and get away by some of the railroads?” -I says. “I might go and watch for him at the depot.”</p> - -<p>“Can you watch all the depots at once, Doyle?” he says, -laughing. “Then there’s the steamboats, too, and you -know he might take a notion to walk.”</p> - -<p>I saw at once that he was right; then I asked him again -what he’d do if he was in my place, and owned right up that -I had no ideas.</p> - -<p>He thought a few minutes, and then he said:</p> - -<p>“Where does this man Camm live?”</p> - -<p>“Don’t know,” I says. “The paper says he is a bachelor, -and used to live in Forty-sixth street, but he gave up his -room three weeks ago.”</p> - -<p>“Where did he come from?”</p> - -<p>“Paper says he was born in Middlebury, Vermont,” I -says.</p> - -<p>Then he went and got a geography and looked on the -map.</p> - -<p>“If he came from Middlebury he knows all about Canada,” -he says, “and he’ll be sure to steer north if he hasn’t gone -already. If I was you I’d go up to the Grand Central Depot, -and ask the man who sells the sleeping car berths if any one -of his description has engaged a berth for to-night or last -night. It’s most likely he’s gone.”</p> - -<p>“But he was seen at one o’clock this morning in the Fifth -Avenue Hotel,” I says.</p> - -<p>“How do you know?” he says. “Because the papers say -so? That’s no proof. Just like as not that was all a put up -job. Go up to the depot first of all, Doyle, and tell the fellow -in the office I sent you. He knows me.”</p> - -<p>Well, I went.</p> - -<p>I had a good description of the defaulter from the papers, -but bless you! I didn’t need it.</p> - -<p>The fellow in the sleeping-car office was fly and right up to -business. He knew all about it before I got there, but the -worst of it was he’d told what he knew to two other fellows -before he told me.</p> - -<p>“That man engaged lower 10 for to-night,” he says, “in -the Montreal express. You won’t be able to do nothing -about it though. There’s two ahead of you watching already. -They think his taking the berth is only a blind, -and that he’ll go up on one of the day trains.”</p> - -<p>I was that disappointed that I could have cried when I left -the office, for there stood Ed Duffy and old man Pease a-laughing -at me. You see I’d been introduced to both of -them by Mr. Brady, and they knew just who I was.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Say, young feller,” says Duffy, “you just go back and -tell Old King Brady that he’d better come himself instead -of sending a kid like you. ’Twon’t make no difference, -though. The fellow will be here in half an hour. He’s going -to take the ten o’clock train.”</p> - -<p>Wasn’t I mad?</p> - -<p>You’d just better believe I was.</p> - -<p>When I went back to Mr. Brady, though, he only laughed -at me.</p> - -<p>“What do you ’spose them fellows do for a living?” he -says. “They are up to their business as well as you or me.”</p> - -<p>“I ’spose I may as well give it up,” I says.</p> - -<p>“Not at all,” says he. “Wouldn’t do nothing of the sort. -I don’t believe they’re going to get him just because they -happen to be laying for him, and if you do you’re a fool.”</p> - -<p>“Why, don’t you think he’s off for Montreal?” I says.</p> - -<p>“Yes,” says he, “of course, but not that way. The taking -of that berth in his own name is a dead give away. He’ll -never go over the Central road.”</p> - -<p>“What way, then?” I says.</p> - -<p>“How do I know?” says he, “but I’ve got an idea.”</p> - -<p>I asked him what it was, and he told me to go down to the -bank and try and find out where Mr. Camm had been living -for the last few weeks.</p> - -<p>“But I can’t find out that,” I says. “Others have tried it -and failed. How can I hope to succeed?”</p> - -<p>“Never you mind, Dave, you go,” he says. “Something -tells me you will succeed.”</p> - -<p>So I went.</p> - -<p>I had a note from Mr. Brady to the bank president, and -he treated me civil enough.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know where he lived, and no one else don’t -neither,” he says. “He’s kept himself in hiding for more’n -three weeks.”</p> - -<p>“Ain’t there anything here what belongs to him?” I asked, -for you see I’d been figuring it all out on the way down to -the bank and it come to me somehow that this was what I -wanted to say.</p> - -<p>“Why there’s lots of things,” says the president. -“There’s his old coat and two or three old hats, and an umbrella -and a couple of pair of old shoes, but what does that -amount to?”</p> - -<p>“Let me see ’em?” says I.</p> - -<p>He showed me a clothes closet where the things were -along with a lot of other rubbish. I couldn’t make nothing -out of them, although I examined everything carefully till I -come to one hat—a plug—which looked to me to be new.</p> - -<p>Now you may laugh just as much as you please, but I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> -knowed right away as soon as I took the hat into my hands -that I’d found what I was looking for.</p> - -<p>“This is a new one,” I says to the president, who stood -right behind me.</p> - -<p>“Maybe. I don’t know nothing at all about it,” he says.</p> - -<p>“But it is,” says I. “It ain’t never been worn at all. -Did it come to the bank from the maker, or did he bring it?”</p> - -<p>“You’ll have to ask Camm; I’ll never tell you,” he says.</p> - -<p>Well, now I’d just like to have had the chance to ask -Camm, you bet.</p> - -<p>But there wasn’t any show then, so I asked the man whose -name was in the hat. It was Silverstein in the Bowery, a -little dried-up Jew.</p> - -<p>Now I expected nothing but to get fired out as soon as -ever I went into the store, so I just tried a little dodge.</p> - -<p>I went in with a rush.</p> - -<p>“Say!” I says. “Mr. Brady wants to know who you sold -this hat to?”</p> - -<p>Silverstein looked as though he’d like to eat me. They say -he sells policy slips as well as hats, and I reckoned on that -to make him afraid.</p> - -<p>“What Brady?” he says.</p> - -<p>“Old King Brady, the detective,” says I.</p> - -<p>“Mein freund, how I can be ogspeged to know efery hat -vat I sells. Who I sells him to—huh?”</p> - -<p>“Mr. Brady don’t want to know who you sell all your hats -to,” I say, “he only wants to know who you sold this one -to.”</p> - -<p>Silverstein took the hat and examined it closely.</p> - -<p>“Vell, I tells you,” he said, slowly. “I onderstand vat -Mr. Brady vants. Dis hat I sells to an old gustomer vat’s -named Camm.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, yes. But where did you deliver it; or did he take -it with him when he bought it?”</p> - -<p>“I send him,” says Silverstein. It was like pulling -teeth to get a word out of him, but I saw that sooner or later -he meant to tell.</p> - -<p>“Where did you send the hat?”</p> - -<p>“To Brooklyn.”</p> - -<p>“Whereabouts in Brooklyn?”</p> - -<p>He looked in his order book and told me it was a certain -number on Rockaway avenue, which, by the way, was in -that part of Brooklyn then known as East New York.</p> - -<p>At that time it was all lots out there, with only a few -straggling houses and plenty of geese, goats and pigs. It’s -a little better now, but as it was then I wouldn’t have lived -there if they’d given me a house rent free.</p> - -<p>I went out to East New York late that afternoon, for I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> -wanted to talk to Old King Brady first off, and I had to wait -for him to come in.</p> - -<p>“You’re on the right track,” he said. “Go, and good -luck go with you. Do you think you can arrest him if you -happen to get the chance?”</p> - -<p>“Well, now, there’ll be a rough fight if he gets away from -me,” I says.</p> - -<p>“Go on,” he says, “and don’t let me see you again till -you have something to report.”</p> - -<p>Now that kind of worried me, for I didn’t feel at all sure -that I was going to find my man just because I’d got the -number of the house where he sent the hat.</p> - -<p>On the way out to East New York I got to thinking suppose -I was the defaulter what would I do?</p> - -<p>Would I come back to the city and run the risk of being -taken if I was hiding out there in the lots?</p> - -<p>“Not much!” I says to myself. “I’d just keep right on by -the Long Island railroad, get to <a id="Foot_21">Greenport</a> and cross over -to New London, where I could take the train on the Northern -railroad straight to Montreal.”</p> - -<p>Why, it was a splendid chance. The more I thought about -it the more I seemed to see how splendid it was.</p> - -<p>“He’s done it! I’ll just bet a dollar he’s done it!” I -thought. “The taking of that berth on the Central was a -blind just as Old King Brady said. He’s gone already, I -make no doubt.”</p> - -<p>However, I kept right on.</p> - -<p>You never seen such forlorn houses as these were in all -your born days.</p> - -<p>There was a whole row of them, many as a dozen altogether. -The windows were all broke and the doors bursted -in, and in one or two places the folks in the neighborhood -had carried away a whole lot of the weather-boards to burn.</p> - -<p>There was only two houses in the whole row what had -folks living into them, and one of them was the very number -I wanted.</p> - -<p>I tell you I was all in a shake when I knocked on the -door—there wasn’t no bell.</p> - -<p>When the woman came to the door I had my little story all -ready.</p> - -<p>“Here’s Mr. Camm’s hat, mum,” I says, “I came over -from Mr. Silverstein’s in the Bowery. There’s a dollar to -pay.”</p> - -<p>“No, there ain’t!” she blurted right out mad like, then she -switched up all of a sudden and looked scared like.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know what yer talkin’ about,” she says. “There -ain’t nobody of that name here. You must have got the -wrong house.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> - -<p>I was half way through the door, and tried to get the whole -way in, but she sorter got in front of me and worked me out -into the airy.</p> - -<p>“You needn’t try to crowd in here,” she says. “Get off -with your lies and your hat.”</p> - -<p>“Say, you don’t expect me to lug that hat-box all the way -back to the Bowery,” I says. “Mr. Silverstein has sent hats -to this house before, and I guess you can’t fool me if you -try.”</p> - -<p>But I want you to understand that she would slam the -door in my face, and she did.</p> - -<p>Just as I was backing out of the yard I heard a slight rattle -of the blinds at one of the upper windows.</p> - -<p>I looked up and caught a glimpse of a man’s face looking -at me through the slats.</p> - -<p>“Say, is this your hat, mister?” I hollered.</p> - -<p>The face disappeared.</p> - -<p>“By thunder, I’ve a good mind to chuck the thing in the -lot sooner than lug it all the way back to New York,” I -hollered again, loud enough for any one to hear.</p> - -<p>Then I walked off like I was mad.</p> - -<p>“That’s him!” I thought to myself. “That’s Camm.”</p> - -<p>Now, how did I know?</p> - -<p>Couldn’t tell you if I was to try, but I did know. I never -had no more doubt about Camm being in that house from -that minute than I have that I’m Dave Doyle.</p> - -<p>And I was right.</p> - -<p>Wait till you hear what I did, and you’ll see.</p> - -<p>I did chuck away the hat-box—I had no further use for it. -I threw it in a lot, and went over to the Howard House, -where the train on the Long Island Railroad used to start -from and stop in them days, and looked at a time-table. -Right away I seen that there was a train for Greenport at -half past eight. It was then pretty near six o’clock.</p> - -<p>Back I goes and lays around the lots a-watching.</p> - -<p>Part of the time I was up at the end of the row, hiding in -one of the unoccupied houses. Part of the time I kept between -them and the Howard House, for I felt dead sure my -man would come out sooner or later.</p> - -<p>At quarter to eight I was round in front, hiding behind a -tree and watching the front door, when all at once it came -flashing over me, “What’s to hinder him from going out the -back way and cutting across lots?”</p> - -<p>I run up the street to the end of the row, where I could -get a view of the lots in the rear.</p> - -<p>Sure enough!</p> - -<p>There was a man all muffled up to the eyes in a big ulster<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> -coat, traveling across lots toward the Howard House, carrying -a black leather grip sack in his hand.</p> - -<p>Was it Mr. Camm?</p> - -<p>It might have been him, or, for that matter, anybody else. -How did I even know he came out of that house at all?</p> - -<p>I cut after him, not running, of course, but walking fast -enough to gain on him some.</p> - -<p>This I could see was making him nervous, and he began -to walk all the faster. I took it for a good sign that it was -really Camm.</p> - -<p>“If he buys a ticket for Greenport, I’ll grab him,” says I -to myself.</p> - -<p>I took a good look at him, wondering how much fight -there was into him. He wasn’t a very big feller, and I was -considered a perfect terror down in the fourth ward, so I -wasn’t afraid.</p> - -<p>“I’m good for two like him,” thinks I, and I pinned my -shield on inside my coat, so as to show if a crowd tried to -hustle me. But, gracious! you never know how things is going -to come out.</p> - -<p>We’d got pretty well over to the Howard House by this -time, and right ahead, between him and the station, was a -lot of empty freight-cars standing.</p> - -<p>He struck around the cars on one side and me on the other. -When I got onto the platform there wasn’t nothing of him to -be seen.</p> - -<p>Thunderation, wasn’t I mad!</p> - -<p>“He’s given me the slip,” I thought. “He’s tumbled to -my little racket,” and I ran around on the other side of the -cars, thinking he must have dodged back.</p> - -<p>But he wasn’t there. I couldn’t see nothing of him no -where. I bet you I was just about the sickest fellow in East -New York then.</p> - -<p>Had he slipped into one of the freight cars?</p> - -<p>I thought so, and I was just going to look when all of a -sudden the train came thundering in.</p> - -<p>It was a sort of a switch train. It ran down from Jamaica -and then went right back again, passengers changing cars -at Jamaica for the regular trains on the Long Island road.</p> - -<p>Now I hardly knew what to do.</p> - -<p>The conductor was yelling all aboard, and there wasn’t a -minute to lose.</p> - -<p>The train, as it stood, was right close alongside these -empty freight cars, and it would have been an easy matter -for a man to step from one to the other.</p> - -<p>“That’s what he means to do,” thinks I, and I jumped into -the forward car, which was nearest to where I stood, and -began to hurry through the train.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p> - -<p>He wasn’t in that car, nor in the next.</p> - -<p>Just as I crossed the platform to the car the train started, -and I began to think he’d given me the slip altogether, for -he wasn’t in the last car either, as far as I could see.</p> - -<p>I ran through the car as fast as I could with my mind -made up to jump off the platform. When I got to the rear -door and was just about to open it, I suddenly saw my -man jump from one of the empty freight cars as we passed -and land on the platform right before my eyes.</p> - -<p>You oughter see me open that door!</p> - -<p>I was out on the platform in a second. He gave one -look at me and seemed to know just what I wanted, too, for -he out with a gun and rammed it right in my face.</p> - -<p>“Blast you! I’ll never be taken alive!” he hissed.</p> - -<p>But I gave the shooter one clip and sent it flying off the -train.</p> - -<p>“Help! Murder!” he yelled as we went sweeping past the -platform of the Howard House.</p> - -<p>I grabbed him by the throat and had him down in a minute. -Two men jumped into the car and grabbed me.</p> - -<p>“He’s a thief! He’s trying to rob me!” he hollered.</p> - -<p>“I’m a detective—he’s a defaulter! Help me, gents!” I -said, as cool as I could.</p> - -<p>Well, we got him—that’s all there is to it.</p> - -<p>More than that we got the boodle—a hundred thousand -clear. It was all in the bag.</p> - -<p>They stopped the train and we took him off. One of the -fellers what had jumped on was a policeman, and he helped -me take him to the East New York station. We found a -ticket for Greenport on him and a time-table of the Northern -New London Railroad. I never had the least doubt but -what he’d a-got through safe to Montreal if it hadn’t been for -Mr. Brady sending me out to East New York that night.</p> - -<p>As for the reward, Old King Brady scooped it in, and a -big laugh we had on Detective Duffy and the old man Pease, -who hung around the Grand Central till midnight watching -for their man who never came.</p> - -<p>“But it was only guess work after all,” says Old King -Brady, when he gave me a big lump of money out of the reward -a couple of weeks later on.</p> - -<p>Very true.</p> - -<p>It was all guess work.</p> - -<p>But there’s something funny about Old King Brady and his -guesses.</p> - -<p>Somehow or other he manages to guess right nine times -out of ten.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—Now this case is only a sample of a good many.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> - -<p>I don’t know why I got the impression that Mr. Camm -would try to reach Montreal by the Long Island road, but I -had it as well as Dave Doyle. I don’t know why I get half -my impressions, but I always follow them, and they don’t -often lead me astray.</p> - -<p>One thing in particular is very strongly illustrated by this -case which a young detective should always remember, and -it is something which the majority of our oldest hands are -pretty apt to forget.</p> - -<p>Don’t trust to appearances. They are pretty sure to lead -you astray.</p> - -<p>Put yourself in the place of the criminal. Try and fancy -how you would act if you were placed in his position, and -be guided in what you do thereby.</p> - -<p>Now here is a rule and it is a good one—yet it is not always -safe to follow it.</p> - -<p>There is another thing to be considered—the intelligence -of the criminal.</p> - -<p>Mr. Camm was an intelligent man—emphatically so.</p> - -<p>Was it to be supposed that an intelligent man making off -with a hundred thousand dollars would openly engage a berth -in a sleeping car in his own name?</p> - -<p>Decidedly not. It was a blind on the face of it. If I had -been in his place I would never for an instant have expected -any one to be deceived by so transparent an action, but I -took another thing into consideration. Mr. Camm was not -as well used to the methods of criminals as I was, therefore -I did not blame him for thinking that he might deceive the -detectives by his little game.</p> - -<p>And was he so far out of the way either?</p> - -<p>Evidently not, since he did fool Detective Duffy and my -friend Mr. Pease completely, and this brings me to another -point.</p> - -<p>Some detectives can never see beyond the length of their -noses. They seize upon the first clew offered and hold to it -like grim death, never stopping to think that what they consider -a clew may be only a bait.</p> - -<p>Such men can never make their mark in this business, no -matter how long they stick at it. They are constantly getting -into hot water, and have only themselves to blame.</p> - -<p>Now a word more about my young friend Doyle.</p> - -<p>He is sharp, shrewd and persevering, but in spite of it he -is only adapted to certain kinds of work, and can never -hope to become a great success.</p> - -<p>Why?</p> - -<p>Simply because he is not possessed of all the qualifications -I have laid down.</p> - -<p>Dave lacks education. He has never in his life moved in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> -good society. Often it becomes necessary for a detective to -disguise himself as a high-toned gentleman and move in the -best society of the land.</p> - -<p>To send Dave Doyle on such a mission would be worse than -nonsense. He would fail before he had the chance to begin.</p> - -<p>Take a case where it is necessary to track a man through -the slums and Dave hasn’t his equal. Take a case of shadowing -where untiring vigilance and bulldog pertinacity are -the principal requirements, and he is there, too, but in disguises -he’s just nowhere. That freckled face and red hair of -his is a dead give away—you understand what I mean.</p> - -<p>To be a successful detective a man must be a thorough -gentleman in every sense of the word.</p> - -<p>A gentleman can adapt himself to the lowest as well as -those who are higher in the social scale, but the case cannot -be reversed.</p> - -<p>There are many cases where even I would be useless.</p> - -<p>Suppose, for instance, it were necessary to worm our way -into the confidence of a young lady. What could an old -man like me hope to accomplish in a case like that?</p> - -<p>Nothing, of course.</p> - -<p>It would be necessary to have an assistant, either a good-looking -young man or a woman.</p> - -<p>So you see no detective can cover the whole ground, and -you must not only know how to choose your assistants, but -how to use them to the best advantage.</p> - -<p>That’s where the all important qualification of good judgment -and common sense comes in.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"></div><!--Page break for ePub--> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III_SHADOWING" id="CHAPTER_III_SHADOWING"></a>CHAPTER III.<br /><span class="mediumfont">SHADOWING.</span></h2> - - -<p>The art of shadowing is perhaps one of the most difficult -things a detective has to learn.</p> - -<p>I mean, of course, difficult to become a good shadow—of -the ordinary species, dogging the steps of the suspected -criminal, giving themselves away at every possible opportunity, -we have plenty and to spare.</p> - -<p>It is not an easy matter to shadow some men unsuspected, -and yet there are others whom one could follow half around -the world and never a suspicion aroused.</p> - -<p>Thus the ease or difficulty in the case of shadowing depends -as much on the subject as upon the shadower; still a good -shadower can accomplish wonders even with a difficult subject -if he only gives his mind to his work.</p> - -<p>The best shadows are men of common minds and insignificant<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> -appearance, who will pass readily without special notice -in a crowd.</p> - -<p>Men with strong minds and intense will power are apt, by -the very intensity of their thought, to impress their subject -with their presence, which he soon detects and the usefulness -of the detective is gone.</p> - -<p>Now for these very reasons I do not consider myself a good -shadower, although long experience has enabled me to become -quite expert at the business nevertheless.</p> - -<p>I am too tall; my appearance is too marked.</p> - -<p>I can, it is true, change my appearance by disguises, but -I cannot add to or take from my <a id="Foot_27">stature</a>, and my victim soon -falls to wondering why so many tall men keep following him—from -that moment my usefulness is gone.</p> - -<p>I always choose medium sized men with light brown hair -and mild blue eyes for shadows, when I can get them. A boy -makes a splendid shadow. I have used them a great deal, -and often very successfully. A woman if she is shrewd makes -the very best of shadows for a man, but a very bad one for -another woman.</p> - -<p>My experience has shown me that most men seldom notice -plain women in the street, although the contrary is generally -believed to be the case.</p> - -<p>Of course in all this I allude to city work. Out in the -country it is altogether different. There the shadow must -worm himself into the confidence of his subject and travel -with him. He will surely lose him if he don’t.</p> - -<p>And this is often done, and most successfully.</p> - -<p>I once sent a young man all over South America with a -defaulting bank cashier. It was necessary to inveigle the -fellow upon United States soil before he could be arrested.</p> - -<p>To do this was difficult. My man first struck him in the -city of Mexico and made his acquaintance at a hotel, taking -pains to get an introduction to him which put him on a -proper footing at the start.</p> - -<p>For over a year he stuck to him and they grew to be like -brothers.</p> - -<p>They visited Brazil, Chili, Buenos Ayres and Peru; eating -together, sleeping together, and all that sort of thing.</p> - -<p>Long before the year was over the defaulter confessed the -whole story to my man. He had taken $100,000 and had it -all with him in gold and bills of exchange except what had -been spent in his wanderings.</p> - -<p>One day while at Callao, Peru, my man induced him to -visit an American man-of-war then lying in the harbor.</p> - -<p>This was the opportunity for which he had been so long -seeking, and he immediately revealed himself and placed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> -the defaulter under arrest, for to all intents and purposes -they were then on American soil.</p> - -<p>“My God! Jim, you can’t mean it!” the poor wretch exclaimed. -“And I loved you so!”</p> - -<p>Then he covered his face with his hands and cried like a -child.</p> - -<p>He brought him back on the man-of-war and the bank recovered -$60,000 by the operation; the balance had been -used up for expenses, and went to pay me the cost of the -detective’s trip, which I personally advanced.</p> - -<p>Now this was a shrewd piece of work. I admired my man -for it from a business standpoint, but from a moral one I despised -him.</p> - -<p>I never could have done what he did in the world. It ain’t -my nature. It needs a consummate hypocrite to successfully -play such a role as that.</p> - -<p>But such men are necessary to the detective force, and we -must have them. I suppose all my readers are aware that -we make use of thieves, gamblers and other hard characters -very often to assist us in our work.</p> - -<p>We have got to do this. We could not get along at all if -we didn’t. Yet we never trust them one inch further than -our interests are concerned; if we did we should get fooled -every time.</p> - -<p>So you see there are shadows and shadows, and the only -rule I can lay down is the rule of common sense.</p> - -<p>In shadowing use your judgment. Employ such means -as circumstances seem to demand. Disguises will help you—are -often entirely necessary, but it don’t do to put too -much dependence on them. Common sense, quickness of -thought, and a glib tongue will do more for the shadow than -the best disguise ever made.</p> - -<p>I remember a very clever piece of double shadowing accomplished -shortly after Sam Kean began to study with me.</p> - -<p>As I sent him west soon after it occurred it became necessary -for him to write out a deposition of the case to be used -by the district attorney in preparing the trial of this criminal. -I happened to come across a copy of that document in my -desk the other day, and may as well incorporate it here. I -will call it</p> - - -<h3><span class="smcap">The Story of the Jewel Thief.</span></h3> - -<p>On a certain afternoon in February, I was sitting in Mr. -Brady’s private office, waiting to receive instructions, when -the boy brought in two cards. They bore the names of Mr. -Marcus Welton and Mr. J. Denby Opdyke.</p> - -<p>“Two high-toned ducks.” I immediately thought.</p> - -<p>“Skip into that closet, Kean,” old King Brady whispered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> -to me. “I want you to have a good look at these fellows, -and listen to what they say. You know where the peep-hole -is, or you ought to, for I showed you the other day.”</p> - -<p>I knew, and in a moment I had my eye glued against it.</p> - -<p>I was not mistaken in my estimate of the visitors. They -were a couple of dudes of the most pronounced sort.</p> - -<p>Welton was short and sallow, with big bulging eyes, a -drawling voice. He looked what he was—a society fool.</p> - -<p>His companion, however, was quite different. He was a -tall, handsome fellow, with brown hair, shrewd gray eyes, -and a determined mouth; yet there was something about his -face which repelled me at once.</p> - -<p>Both men were dressed in the most pronounced fashion of -the day, and bore every evidence of possessing abundant -means.</p> - -<p>“Aw, Mr. Bwady, you got my note left here yestawday, I -dessay,” drawled Welton.</p> - -<p>“I did, sir,” replied the detective in his usual quick way. -“Be seated, please.”</p> - -<p>They accepted the invitation and Welton continued:</p> - -<p>“What I want to see you about is a private mattaw. For -some time past there have been wobbowies of jewelry in -some of our best society. These wobbowies always take -place on the occasion of parties or balls.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir,” said Old King Brady as he paused.</p> - -<p>“We want you to catch the thief,” said Mr. Welton. -“My—aw—mother has been wobbed of a lot of diamonds. -They were taken when she gave her ball a week ago. I want -them—aw—wecovered. My fwiend, Mr. Opdyke, has a fwiend -who has been wobbed. Mrs. Porthouse, widow of Admirwal -Porthouse of the Navy. No doubt you knew the admiral. -She has lost diamonds too—she wants them wecovered.”</p> - -<p>“And very valuable ones they were, I assure you, sir,” -put in Mr. Opdyke, who did not lisp.</p> - -<p>“But have you no clew to the thief, gentlemen? Nothing -to go by?” asked the detective.</p> - -<p>No, they had absolutely nothing to offer. They wanted the -thief caught and the diamonds recovered—they had no ideas -beyond that.</p> - -<p>Old King Brady thought a moment.</p> - -<p>“When does society give its next ball, gentlemen?” he -asked.</p> - -<p>“To-night at Mrs. Lispenard’s,” answered Mr. Welton, -promptly.</p> - -<p>“Very good. To-night I will have a detective at Mrs. -Lispenard’s, and we will see what can be done.”</p> - -<p>“Give him a letter to me and I’ll post him,” said Mr. Opdyke.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> -“My office is at No. — Wall street. Let him come -before three.”</p> - -<p>“Very good,” replied Old King Brady, and they left.</p> - -<p>Now I fully expected that I was going to be sent out on -that case, but I wasn’t.</p> - -<p>When I came out of the closet Old King Brady had nothing -to say about it, and didn’t allude to the matter for nearly -five weeks—in fact till after Lent.</p> - -<p>One day he called me aside and said, “You remember those -two dudes who called on me that day you hid in the closet?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said I.</p> - -<p>“I sent a man to Opdyke,” he said, “and just as I supposed -there was nothing taken that night.”</p> - -<p>“Surely you don’t suspect Mr. Opdyke gave you away?” I -exclaimed.</p> - -<p>“I do. He may not have done it intentionally, but I’m -certain he did it. I also have other suspicions. I’ve been -quietly looking into this case.”</p> - -<p>“And your suspicions are?”</p> - -<p>“No matter. I want you to take a hand in it, Kean.”</p> - -<p>“All right, sir,” I said, willing enough.</p> - -<p>“To-night Mrs. Welton, the mother of that young squirt, -gives a ball. You are to be present. You will be admitted -without question, for the servant who tends the door will be -one of my men.”</p> - -<p>“And then, sir?”</p> - -<p>“And then you’ll catch the jewel thief if you can,” he replied, -somewhat testily.</p> - -<p>“But have you no instructions?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“No, sir. How can I have instructions when I don’t -know anything about the matter? Do the best you can. I -select you because you are a gentleman and have moved in -good society. I expect you to catch that jewel thief to-night -Mr. Kean.”</p> - -<p>“But,” I protested, “ain’t you expecting too much?”</p> - -<p>“That remains to be seen, sir.”</p> - -<p>“I thought Mrs. Welton’s diamonds were stolen?”</p> - -<p>“Bless my soul, sir!” he exclaimed, “the woman is worth -four or five millions—don’t you suppose she’s bought new -ones? Go, now, and do your very best.”</p> - -<p>I left the office feeling that I had shouldered a big responsibility.</p> - -<p>Hurrying home I dressed in my swallow tail and took a -cab to Mrs. Welton’s. I had cards with all sorts of names -engraved on them then. I remember the one I handed to -the butler bore the name of Mr. Winfield Went. I eyed the -man and saw at a glance that he was disguised. I thought -I recognized him, but more on that matter later on.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> - -<p>Once by the door, of course I passed into the parlors unchallenged, -my assumed name was announced, and Mrs. -Welton greeted me most effusively. Whether she knew me -or not for what I really was I cannot say.</p> - -<p>Mr. Opdyke was there, and so was Marcus Welton, but I -am sure neither of these gentlemen had the faintest suspicion -that I was not straight.</p> - -<p>The parlors were a perfect blaze of light; beautiful women -and correctly attired men were moving in every direction; -hidden behind a bank of flowers a noted orchestra discussed -Lanner, Strauss, Offenbach, and other noted composers of -that day.</p> - -<p>Did I join in and dance?</p> - -<p>Well, now, you may be very sure I did.</p> - -<p>Fortunately there was no one present whom I knew, for -Mrs. Welton’s was several pegs higher than any house I had -ever visited before.</p> - -<p>“What in the world am I to do?” I kept thinking. -“Where am I to begin?” It was a puzzler, but I hadn’t -learned the secret of patient waiting then.</p> - -<p>After supper I strolled into the smoking-room.</p> - -<p>There were a lot of gentlemen there, Mr. Opdyke among -the rest.</p> - -<p>I had no more than crossed the threshold than I perceived -that they were talking about the jewel thief.</p> - -<p>“He’s given you one call, hasn’t he, Welton?” asked a Mr. -Dalledouze.</p> - -<p>“Yaas,” drawled Welton. “He got away with a lot, too. -But my mother has weplaced them. She don’t wear diamonds -to-night, because she’s afraid to show them, but there’s -ten thousand dollars’ worth in her dressing-case up-stairs, all -the same.”</p> - -<p>“Gad! I wouldn’t blow about it if I was you then,” spoke -up a Mr. Partello. “Whoever the jewel thief is, be very sure -he passes for a gentleman. He may be right among us now -for all we know.”</p> - -<p>Then everybody looked at me because I was a stranger, -and I haven’t the least doubt that some of them put me down -for the thief.</p> - -<p>“He’s bound to be caught sooner or later, though!” said -Mr. Opdyke.</p> - -<p>“Sure,” replied Partello. “No balls given without detectives -now, gentlemen.”</p> - -<p>“I’m surprised,” I put in, “not to see one here to-night.”</p> - -<p>“How do you know there ain’t one?” demanded Opdyke, -putting his single glass into his eye, and staring at me.</p> - -<p>“Is there one?” I asked, as innocent as you please.</p> - -<p>“I know nothing about it,” he said, shortly. I turned<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> -away, and began talking to a gentleman who stood near me. -But I kept my eye upon everybody in the room.</p> - -<p>“If the thief is here, he heard Welton’s foolish boast about -the diamonds,” I reflected. “If he heard that he will try to -get them, and there’s no better chance than now, while the -gentlemen are busy with their cigars.”</p> - -<p>I watched curiously to see who would be the first to leave -the room, and made up my mind that I had got to do a little -shadowing. I was right.</p> - -<p>“Welton!” exclaimed Mr. Opdyke suddenly. “I don’t -want to hurt your feelings, old fellow, but these cigars of -yours are not worth a continental.”</p> - -<p>“Bought ’em at Lark and Gilford’s anyhow!” retorted -Welton. “They cawst twenty dollars a hundred, by Jove, so -they ought to be good.”</p> - -<p>“Pshaw! Price has got nothing to do with it,” cried Opdyke. -“Let me give you a cigar that I’ve struck. It’s in -my overcoat pocket. I’ll fetch it in just one minute. You -wait.”</p> - -<p>Now I had made up my mind to follow the first man who -left the room, and consequently I started to follow Mr. Opdyke.</p> - -<p>Of course I had to wait a moment for decency’s sake, then -I hurried out to the coat-room. I went straight, too.</p> - -<p>Mr. Opdyke was not there.</p> - -<p>“Where’s that gentleman who was here a second ago, -Sam?” I asked of the darky who had charge of the coats.</p> - -<p>“Warn’t no gemplum here, sah!” replied the fellow grinning, -for I had tipped him a dollar.</p> - -<p>“Sure?”</p> - -<p>“Suah as death, sah.”</p> - -<p>I retreated. But I had not gone two steps before I met -Mr. Opdyke coming along the hall.</p> - -<p>“Got through smoking?” he asked, nodding pleasantly.</p> - -<p>“Yes,” I replied. “You were right about those cigars.”</p> - -<p>“Of course I was.”</p> - -<p>“Did you get those of yours?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes. Just got them from my top coat. Have -one?”</p> - -<p>“Thank you.”</p> - -<p>I accepted the weed, but I knew that it didn’t come -from his coat.</p> - -<p>“Madame,” said I to Mrs. Welton, drawing her aside a -few moments later. “I have a confession to make!”</p> - -<p>“What is it, Mr. Went?” She was all smiles as she put -the question, and when I informed her that I was a detective -she didn’t look a bit disturbed.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, what is it?” she asked. “I knew a detective<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> -was in the house, but I confess I did not suspect -you.”</p> - -<p>“I want you to go immediately and look at your jewel -case,” I whispered.</p> - -<p>She turned pale, and yet she ought to have expected it.</p> - -<p>“You don’t mean——” she began.</p> - -<p>“But I do, though. Which is your room, madam?”</p> - -<p>She told me.</p> - -<p>It was close to the door of that room that I met Mr. Opdyke -with his cigars.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Welton took my advice.</p> - -<p>“I’ll wait for you at the foot of the stairs,” I whispered.</p> - -<p>In a moment she came back, looking paler still.</p> - -<p>“Every diamond has been taken,” she whispered, excitedly, -“and you know the thief?”</p> - -<p>“Pardon me, madam; I only suspect.”</p> - -<p>“Who?”</p> - -<p>“No matter.”</p> - -<p>“Not—not my son?”</p> - -<p>“Thank God, no, Mrs. Welton.”</p> - -<p>She looked relieved.</p> - -<p>“Don’t you arrest him here!” she said, hurriedly. “I’d -rather lose the diamonds twice over than to have it occur in -my house. I’ll reward Mr. Brady handsomely if the jewels -are recovered, but it must be done somewhere else.”</p> - -<p>She left me, and I at once got my hat and coat and hurried -to the street.</p> - -<p>As I passed out I noticed that there was another doorkeeper -now, but I thought nothing of it at the time.</p> - -<p>Did I suspect Opdyke then?</p> - -<p>I did, and with reason.</p> - -<p>When I started to go back to the smoking room he was -in the coat room getting ready to leave. I did not stop -to speak or delay a moment, but just tipped the darky a -wink, got my coat and slid out ahead.</p> - -<p>“I’ll shadow that man,” I thought. “It won’t do to arrest -him and get left.”</p> - -<p>Candidly, I hardly cared to undertake the job, for he was -a big, powerful fellow and had Mr. Dalledouze with him.</p> - -<p>I slipped across the street, changing my opera hat for a -slouch felt, and putting on a false mustache.</p> - -<p>There I stood behind a tree peering out and watching the -steps of the Welton mansion with eager eyes.</p> - -<p>I was disappointed when I saw them come out together, -but it couldn’t be helped.</p> - -<p>It was then just one o’clock.</p> - -<p>They passed me and never suspected, still talking about -the cigars.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then I glided after them and saw them enter the Brunswick. -They went into the bar-room and so did I, but I -simply passed in one door and out the other. They were -drinking at the bar; that was enough to tell me that they -meant to come out soon.</p> - -<p>Opdyke came out alone ten minutes later. Afterward I -learned that his companion lived at the hotel.</p> - -<p>He started down Fifth avenue. I moved along on the -other side of the way.</p> - -<p>Once he looked round, and I knew that he was looking -at me.</p> - -<p>Did he suspect?</p> - -<p>Evidently, for he crossed right over and managed to get -behind me. I grew nervous, but there was no safe way but -to keep straight on.</p> - -<p>How keenly I listened to the ring of his footsteps I’ll -never tell you. I still heard them; he was coming toward -me—not going back.</p> - -<p>“He don’t suspect,” I muttered. “Perhaps, after all, I’m -wrong.”</p> - -<p>Soon he passed me, for I had slackened my pace. He never -turned his eyes, though, but just walked straight across the -square, passed the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and I saw him stop -and speak to a hack driver on the Twenty-third street side.</p> - -<p>Now, here is where what Old King Brady called my fine -work came in.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> I saw Mr. Opdyke enter that hack, and I -saw the driver leap on the box and whip up his horses, but -I did not make the mistake of thinking that my man was inside.</p> - -<p>Why?</p> - -<p>Positively I can’t tell. I was too far away to see the -dodge, but I felt sure that he had passed through the hack, -paying the fellow to drive off as he did.</p> - -<p>Therefore, instead of running after the hack down Twenty-third -street, as a fool would have done, I shot over to lower -Fifth avenue, and was just in time to spy my man walking -on ahead at a rapid pace.</p> - -<p>He had crossed the street while I was watching the hack.</p> - -<p>Now I felt that I had no ordinary person to deal with. He -knew me, and he knew that I knew him.</p> - -<p>Twice he looked around, but I took care to remain as -much as possible in the shadow of the buildings, so he did -not see me. While I walked I changed my hat for another<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> -and put on English side whiskers—then I was a different -man.</p> - -<p>Where was he going?</p> - -<p>I had not long to wait without knowing.</p> - -<p>He hurried down Fifth avenue to Waverly Place—along -Waverly Place to a certain side street, running up the stoop -of the corner house. Before I could reach the spot he had -passed inside.</p> - -<p>Had I lost him?</p> - -<p>At first I thought so, and was wondering what I ought to -do when a policeman came along.</p> - -<p>I showed him my shield and told him what I was after.</p> - -<p>“What’s going on in there?” I asked, pointing to the -house.</p> - -<p>“Sure that’s Mike Reed’s,” said the officer. “You must -be a new hand at the business if you don’t know Big Mike.”</p> - -<p>Now I didn’t know Big Mike, and I said so, whereupon -I was informed that the big one ran a little game. How -well the fellow knew!</p> - -<p>“Is it a tough place?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“So, so,” replied the officer.</p> - -<p>I was too proud to ask him to help me. I was resolved to -capture that man myself and take him to the station—something -I had never done as yet.</p> - -<p>But I am willing to admit that I was all in a tremble when -I pulled Mike Reed’s bell.</p> - -<p>There was no trouble in getting in.</p> - -<p>One sharp look on the part of the darky door-tender, and -I was admitted.</p> - -<p>There were quite a few persons in the lower rooms, and -among them Mr. Opdyke. He was standing over the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">rouge-et-noir</i> -table, and had already taken a hand in the game.</p> - -<p>I walked boldly up to the table and joined in.</p> - -<p>Opdyke looked up at me as I bought the chips, but his -glance was only momentary. It was quite evident that he -did not suspect.</p> - -<p>We played out four rounds, and to my astonishment I won.</p> - -<p>I could see that Opdyke was getting worked up, and I -threw down the cards and walked away.</p> - -<p>I was deeply perplexed.</p> - -<p>How could I accomplish my purpose without raising a -scene?</p> - -<p>There was one way which had suggested itself to me at the -outset, and for want of a better plan I resolved to try that.</p> - -<p>Now before I entered Big Mike’s at all, I had walked -around on the side street and taken a careful survey of the -ground.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> - -<p>There was a low brick wall dividing the yard from the -street, and a back piazza behind the house.</p> - -<p>If I could only get him out into the back yard and through -the side gate I thought, I shall be all right.</p> - -<p>I knew it was make or break with me. If he was an innocent -man, my detective career was as good as closed, for Opdyke -was a lawyer and a member of a good New York -family. Nothing short of finding the jewels in his possession -would fill the bill.</p> - -<p>Then I resolved to try the power of dollars and my official -shield.</p> - -<p>“Sam,” I said, button-holing the darky in the hall.</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p>“Do you want to make ten dollars?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir, you bet, ef it won’t cost me my job.”</p> - -<p>“Do you see that tall, black-haired man in there?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p>“Know him?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir. He often come here.”</p> - -<p>“Is he liberal to you?”</p> - -<p>“Never give me a cent, sir.”</p> - -<p>“Look here, I’ll give you ten dollars now if you do just as -I say. It shan’t cost you your job and I’ll give you ten -more. Sam, I’m a detective. I want that man, and I won’t -get him out of here without a row—see!”</p> - -<p>Sam’s eyes rolled until only the whites could be seen. I -had displayed my shield.</p> - -<p>“What can I do, sir?” he asked, pocketing the bill.</p> - -<p>“That back door,” I whispered, “is it ever used?”</p> - -<p>“Always, to go out of after midnight, sir.”</p> - -<p>“And the gate?”</p> - -<p>“The gate opens on the inside, sir, wif a spring latch.”</p> - -<p>“Sam,” I continued, “you open that gate, let me out the -back way, and then call out that gentleman, and tell him -quietly that some one is on the back stoop who wants to see -him. If he comes out, you’ll find a ten dollar bill on the -stoop just as soon as we’re gone. Be sure you lock the door -after he passes through.”</p> - -<p>When I told Old King Brady about that scheme, he laughed, -and said it was a crazy one, and might have got me into a -heap of trouble.</p> - -<p>Very good. I’m willing he should think so. It succeeded -all the same.</p> - -<p>Sam opened the gate, let me out on the stoop, and there I -waited, ten dollar bill in hand.</p> - -<p>It was only for a few moments I had to wait, but I just -want you to understand that I got nervous. I was all in a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> -shake when the door suddenly opened, and Mr. J. Dudley -Opdyke, without a hat, stepped out.</p> - -<p>“You!” he exclaimed. “What the devil do you want with -me, sir, that you couldn’t say inside?”</p> - -<p>Bang went the door behind him, and the key was heard to -turn in the lock.</p> - -<p>I think he suspected the moment the door closed, but I -didn’t give him the chance to do anything—not even to say a -word.</p> - -<p>“I want you!” I hissed, covering him with my revolver, -and clutching his arm with what Old King Brady calls my -iron grip.</p> - -<p>He never said a word, but just went for me.</p> - -<p>In an instant my revolver was knocked out of my hand, -and we, locked in each other’s arms, went rolling down the -stoop.</p> - -<p>Then I thought he had me.</p> - -<p>He was trying to get at his pistol—I had no other weapon -than the one I had lost.</p> - -<p>Everything seemed to depend then upon who happened to -be the under dog.</p> - -<p>Well, the under dog that time happened to be my humble -self.</p> - -<p>“I’ll never be taken alive,” he breathed, half rising and -planting his knee on my breast.</p> - -<p>I saw the glitter of his revolver. I saw him raise it—heard -the cock click, when suddenly a firm voice now grown familiar -to me spoke.</p> - -<p>“Don’t yer do it, boss. Drop that shooter or you’re a dead -duck. One—two——”</p> - -<p>The revolver went ringing to the pavement, and through -the gate a man came dashing with a cocked revolver in -each hand. By that I would have known him if by nothing -else.</p> - -<p>It was Mrs. Welton’s butler, but it was also Dave Doyle!</p> - -<p>“Grab him!” he breathed.</p> - -<p>I had already grabbed him.</p> - -<p>“Snake him through the gate before the house gets onto -us!” he added.</p> - -<p>Well, in spite of the fight he showed we “snaked” him -through the gate.</p> - -<p>“What do you want?” Opdyke stammered, now completely -cowed.</p> - -<p>“These!” I exclaimed, pulling a jewel-case out of his -inner pocket. “I haven’t been shadowing you for nothing, -my friend.”</p> - -<p>“Diamonds!” echoed Dave, holding him while I opened -the case.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I knowed we’d fetch him, Sam, soon as ever I seen you go -out of the house and started on the shadow myself.”</p> - -<p>Well, we got him safely to the station-house, and then sent -for Old King Brady.</p> - -<p>After that I—but I think I’ve told my story about to the -end, so I may just as well wind up right here.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Note:</span>—Now, this is a case of double shadowing, and it -illustrates also a great principle in detective science, (which -is that when two men are earnestly working in a case, both -determined to succeed) they will seemingly play into each -other’s hands.</p> - -<p>I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s almost always so.</p> - -<p>Dave Doyle told me next morning that he was just as certain -that Sam Kean would try to get his man out by the back -way as he ever was of anything.</p> - -<p>How did he know it?</p> - -<p>Now that is something I can’t tell you—I can only say -that the same thing has often happened to me.</p> - -<p>You see I was inclined to suspect Opdyke, because I had -taken the trouble to inquire into his habits, but I had no -idea that Sam would get anything more than a clew that -night.</p> - -<p>Yet to make sure I had Doyle put on the door as butler, -Mrs. Welton was perfectly informed of the whole plot.</p> - -<p>As soon as Opdyke and his friend Dalledouze left the house, -Dave, who had been alive to what was going on, followed -them.</p> - -<p>He shadowed Sam all the way to Big Mike’s, and never -gave himself away once.</p> - -<p>How did he do it?</p> - -<p>Why by keeping at a considerable distance and always in -the shadow.</p> - -<p>Of course one runs a risk of losing the game by doing this, -but Dave took the chances and won.</p> - -<p>If Sam’s shadowing work was good, then Dave’s was better, -but if I had told either that the other one was working on -the case I doubt if the result would have been so good.</p> - -<p>You can’t act out your true nature if you know some one -is watching you all the time.</p> - -<p>Sam had not the faintest idea that Dave Doyle was on the -case until he sprang through Big Mike’s back gate just in -time to save his life, while Dave, who had been in the house -all the afternoon, never knew that Sam was coming until he -suddenly appeared at the door.</p> - -<p>Before this Dave had selected Mr. Opdyke as the thief—I -mean before the night of the party, because he had shadowed -him to Big Mike’s the day previous, and there saw him exhibit<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> -a set of diamond jewelry—pin, ear-rings, etc.—of great -value, which Dave at once recognized as stolen goods.</p> - -<p>That is why I hoped Sam would trap him, and that it would -be valuable practice for him, I knew, so—but there I’ve said -enough and need only add that after a long and weary trial -Opdyke was convicted and sent to Sing Sing on a fifteen year -sentence, which was all it amounted to, for he had powerful -friends possessed of that mysterious influence “political -pull.”</p> - -<p>Would you believe it? In less than six months I met Opdyke -walking down Broadway with all the assurance you -please.</p> - -<p>“Hello!” I exclaimed, grabbing him by the arm unceremoniously, -“how did you get out?”</p> - -<p>“Go to thunder and find out!” he retorted, pulling away.</p> - -<p>I wasn’t to be put off that way, so I grabbed him again -and let him understand that I meant business. I ran him -around to headquarters in short order.</p> - -<p>Well, what do you think it amounted to for me?</p> - -<p>Confidentially, let me tell you, that it came pretty near -depriving me of my own position on the police force.</p> - -<p>Next day I met Mr. Opdyke sailing down Wall street.</p> - -<p>I didn’t arrest him that time. He is now a noted stock -operator and is believed to be a millionaire, but I know him -to be a rascal from the crown of his head to the soles of his -feet.</p> - -<p>That’s the way the efforts of the detective are often brought -to nought. It is an outrage and a shame that it should be -so, but so it is.</p> - -<p>“Didn’t I send you to the island for six months last -week?” asked my friend Judge Curtain of a seedy looking -specimen who was brought before him for petty larceny the -other day.</p> - -<p>“Yes, yer honor,” was the answer.</p> - -<p>“Then how is it that you are here?”</p> - -<p>“Dunno, yer honor,” grinned the thief.</p> - -<p>Nor did any one else seem to know.</p> - -<p>This time the judge gave him two years, but six months -later I saw him walking calmly down the Bowery one night.</p> - -<p>That’s the way it goes in New York and always has.</p> - -<p>If you are ever going to make a successful detective you -have got to mind your own business strictly and not attempt -to correct the morals of those over you. Nothing but -trouble for yourself can ever result.</p> - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTE:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> It is to illustrate Sam Kean’s shrewdness at this particular -point that I cite the case, to show how easily we may be thrown -off the scent when the criminal suspects.—O. K. B.</p></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"></div><!--Page break for ePub--> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV_DISGUISES" id="CHAPTER_IV_DISGUISES"></a>CHAPTER IV.<br /><span class="mediumfont">DISGUISES.</span></h2> - - -<p>My chapter on shadowing was such a long one, that I am -afraid I have tired my reader out.</p> - -<p>Still, shadowing is a very important feature of the detective -business, and must receive particular attention if you -want to be a success.</p> - -<p>Let us now discuss disguises, the most important thing of -all, perhaps.</p> - -<p>There is far less disguising done by detectives than most -people imagine.</p> - -<p>It requires an artist to make a success in this line.</p> - -<p>I flatter myself that I have been exceedingly successful as -a disguiser, and at one time in my life my great forte was -disguising as an old woman. I sometimes do that yet, but -not very often, for it is a terribly dangerous part to play.</p> - -<p>Now I can’t be expected to expose my secret methods of -changing my appearance which it has taken me a life time -to learn.</p> - -<p>Nor can any other detective. They simply won’t do it. -I’ll advise, but further than that I cannot go.</p> - -<p>A poorly arranged disguise is worse than none at all, for -a sharp criminal can almost always penetrate it, and the -moment he does it’s all up with you, of course.</p> - -<p>For ordinary work full disguises are not necessary.</p> - -<p>But a detective should keep a smooth-shaven face and -closely-cropped hair at all times, so that by slipping on a -false mustache or a wig he can alter his whole appearance. -This is about as far as it usually is necessary to go.</p> - -<p>Suppose my man who went with the defaulter to South -America had depended on a disguise how far do you suppose -he could have got without being discovered?</p> - -<p>You see the point. A calm exterior at all times and unbounded -assurance is better than the best disguise.</p> - -<p>Of course if a man is a bit of a ventriloquist it is a great -help, but this is a rare gift, and not always to be depended -upon even with those who possess it.</p> - -<p>Change of clothing will do much. I always carry several -hats; they are made expressly for me, and can be stowed -away on my person. My usual coat is reversible; so is my -vest, but with the trousers you can do nothing in a hurry, of -course.</p> - -<p>A stand-up collar in place of a turn-down, a colored necktie -instead of a black one, a few skillfully-placed lines about -the eyes and mouth will change your whole appearance more -than you have any idea.</p> - -<p>This is about all I’ve got to say on the subject of disguises.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> -It is something every man must learn for himself. The best -detectives rarely employ them, but they are sometimes an -absolute necessity for all that.</p> - -<p>Dave Doyle, at the very beginning of his career, began to -show marked ability in making up a disguise.</p> - -<p>I remember one case in particular where I sent him after -some green goods men in which he did very clever work in -that line. Let him tell the story himself.</p> - - -<h3><span class="smcap">Dave Doyle and the Green Goods Men.</span></h3> - -<p>When Old King Brady gave me that circular of the green -goods men, sent to him from Bean Corners, Kentucky, by -an honest store-keeper, and told me that he expected I would -bag the fellows, I own up I was kind of stumped.</p> - -<p>“You’ve got to get good evidence against them, Dave,” -he said. “It won’t be no use for you to pull ’em in without -you can prove just what they are.”</p> - -<p>The first thing I did was to ask Old King Brady to give me -instructions, but he wouldn’t do nothing of the sort.</p> - -<p>“Work it your own way,” he said. “I won’t promise -that I shan’t put another man on either. I want to see how -you make out.”</p> - -<p>Well, the first thing I did was to take a long walk up -Broadway and think. I can always think better on Broadway -than anywhere else.</p> - -<p>I had read the circular over two or three times and about -knew it by heart.</p> - -<p>It was signed by a feller named Clancy and stated, as all -them green-goods circulars do, that he had some of the best -counterfeit money in the world—so good that no one could -ever detect it—which he was willing to sell at such a cheap -price that a man could easy get rich in a week or two if he -could only work the stuff off.</p> - -<p>Of course there was no address. The fellow what got the -circular was told to write to the New York post-office and -make an appointment at some hotel.</p> - -<p>This is just what I done. I wrote a letter to Mr. Clancy -and sent it out to a cousin of mine in Wisconsin to mail. I -didn’t tell any one I done this.</p> - -<p>After about ten days I got a letter from my cousin enclosing -one from Mr. Clancy.</p> - -<p>He was very glad that I had sense enough to take in the -greatest opportunity of the age. He would meet me at Van -Dyke’s hotel in the Bowery, just as I said, and would soon -show me the way to get rich.</p> - -<p>I said in my answer that I’d be in front of the hotel on a -certain day at a certain hour, and would blow my nose twice -with a red handkerchief. He was to know me by that. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> -name I gave was Spalding. I made out I kept a country -store at Jim’s River—that’s the name of the town where my -cousin lived.</p> - -<p>Of course I was on hand at the appointed time.</p> - -<p>So was Mr. Clancy.</p> - -<p>I was made up just a little—not much—but I wasn’t made -up like Mr. Spalding.</p> - -<p>Not a bit of it. I got Sam Kean to do that, for I had told -him all about the case, and asked him to help me out, which -of course he did, for ever since that night I saved his life in -that Broadway store, Sam and me has been the best of -friends.</p> - -<p>Sam stood right in front of the Van Dyke just as the big -clock behind the bar was striking three.</p> - -<p>I was just across Bayard street, standing in the doorway of -the New England, taking the whole business in.</p> - -<p>No sooner had Sam pulled out his red handkerchief, and -given a snort that knocked the cornet fellow in the Dime -Museum across the street silly, than I saw a good-looking -chap with black whiskers and very respectable, come across -the Bowery.</p> - -<p>He walked right by me, so I got a good look at him. Next -thing I knew he was talking to Sam.</p> - -<p>I watched ’em for near half an hour. He seen me watching, -too, and got nervous, but this was just what I wanted, -so I never budged.</p> - -<p>Bimeby he give it up, and Sam went back into the hotel, -Mr. Clancy making tracks down the Bowery as fast as ever -he could go.</p> - -<p>“That’s all right,” says I. “So far first-rate.”</p> - -<p>I wanted to speak to Sam most awfully, but I didn’t dare, -for you see I couldn’t tell who might be watching, so I just -scooted down the Bowery, and catching up with man, gave -him a tap on the shoulder.</p> - -<p>You’d just orter seen him turn on me, but I was as cool as -a cucumber, you bet.</p> - -<p>“What yer want?” he says.</p> - -<p>“You,” says I, showing my shield.</p> - -<p>He turned white and then began to bluff.</p> - -<p>“Oh, you go to blazes!” he says. “You don’t know what -you’re talking about.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I do,” I says. “I know well enough. I’m sent -after Clancy, the green goods man, and you’re the very fellow, -but if you’ll jest keep your shirt on we may fix the thing -up.”</p> - -<p>“Say, young feller,” he whispered, catching my arm, “say, -I ain’t Clancy. Clancy’s a friend of mine, but if they’re onto -our racket mebbe we might fix it up together for him.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Of course, if you’re only reasonable,” I says.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I’m the most reasonablest feller you ever seen,” he -says, “if you only rub me the right way. Let’s come and -have a drink. I seen you watching me back there, and I -know’d you was a detective. I know’d, too, that you was -one of the sensible kind.”</p> - -<p>Well, we went and had a drink—in fact we had three or -four.</p> - -<p>“Are the police onto us?” he says.</p> - -<p>“They are,” says I. “If they wasn’t, why would I be -here? They know all about you, and I advise you as a -friend to change your quarters at once.”</p> - -<p>“To-day?” he says, looking kind of scared like.</p> - -<p>“Yes, to-day.”</p> - -<p>“Won’t to-morrow do?” he says, laying a twenty dollar -bill down on the table where we was sitting.</p> - -<p>“Green goods?” says I, picking up the bill.</p> - -<p>“Not much,” says he, laughing. “I guess you know -what green goods amounts to as well as I do, Reilly,”—Reilly -was the name I give him when we first began to -talk.</p> - -<p>“To-morrow won’t do. I’m on the case to-day,” I says, -“but to-morrow I’ve got to go to Boston, and they may put -on another man when I tell them I saw you trying to scoop -in a sucker at the Van Dyke.”</p> - -<p>“But you won’t tell ’em?” he says.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I’ll have to,” says I. “How do I know that some -other feller wasn’t watching me same as I was watching -you?”</p> - -<p>He looked kind of nervous and bothered like, and I knew -why.</p> - -<p>“Look here, boss,” I says, “how long do you want?”</p> - -<p>“Only about an hour,” he says eager like, “and then I’ll -be ready to move, and there’ll be a hundred dollars dropped -anywheres you say.”</p> - -<p>“It’s a go,” says I. “Is that sucker well lined?”</p> - -<p>“Three thousand,” says he. “I seen a thousand of it meself, -and I know there’s more.”</p> - -<p>I may as well mention that Old King Brady lent me a -thousand to work with—real green goods; not a good bill -among the lot, I thought.</p> - -<p>“When are you going to meet him?” I says.</p> - -<p>“About five o’clock,” says he, “in front of the Astor -House. He’s afraid to move about in daylight for fear the -police will go for him. Ha—ha! the fool. He’s just about -the greenest I ever seen, yet he seems to be an intelligent -kind of a chap, too.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> - -<p>“You shall have the time,” says I. “I won’t report till -six o’clock—will that do?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, elegantly! Where’ll you lay in the meanwhile?”</p> - -<p>“Is there a back way out of this place?”</p> - -<p>“You bet there is.”</p> - -<p>“Then that’s enough. I’ll manage the rest.”</p> - -<p>“An’ the hundred dollars?”</p> - -<p>I gave him a fictitious address to which I told him to mail -the money—as though he would have done it in any case.</p> - -<p>Then we separated, I going out the back way, he by the -front.</p> - -<p>So far my little scheme had worked to a charm.</p> - -<p>When I got round into Chatham Square I looked in every -direction for Mr. Clancy without being able to get a sight of -him. At last I slid into a certain saloon just above the Atlantic -Garden. I expected to find Mr. Spalding of Jim’s -River waiting for me there and I did.</p> - -<p>I made for the wash-room, and presently he followed.</p> - -<p>“What luck, Sam?” I whispered, as soon as I made sure -that we were alone.</p> - -<p>“Bully—he bit.”</p> - -<p>“I should say so. You showed him the green goods?”</p> - -<p>“Yes: he was so struck with the bigness of the pile that -he never stopped to look at them particularly—he feels dead -sure they’re all straight.”</p> - -<p>“You didn’t find out where his place is?”</p> - -<p>“Ah, no, I’m to meet him at the Astor House at 5, and -he’s to take me there.”</p> - -<p>“I know all that,” I answered hurriedly. “Off with your -clothes, old man.”</p> - -<p>“Not here, Dave,” he says.</p> - -<p>“Yes, here. We’ll change a piece at a time. Must do it. -All would be spoiled if we were to be seen together.”</p> - -<p>It was ticklish changing, but we got through with it -splendid.</p> - -<p>There was a glass in the place, and when I looked at myself -I declare I could hardly believe it wasn’t Sam in his disguise -what was standing there, but of course Sam hadn’t -red hair, so he didn’t look much like me.</p> - -<p>I didn’t want that, though—didn’t expect it. ’Twasn’t -part of the game.</p> - -<p>“Lay low now, young feller,” says I, “and don’t let ’em -see you. If there’s any sign of a row you just sail right -in.”</p> - -<p>“You bet I will!” says he. “I ain’t forgot, Dave, that -you saved my life twice,” which was all very well for him -to say, and I had no objection to his thinking so, though,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> -between ourselves, I never felt that that fellow Opdyke had -the courage to shoot.</p> - -<p>Well, I was at the Astor House at five o’clock, feeling a -little bit shaky I will admit.</p> - -<p>I seen him coming across from the post office. He’d been -to get more green goods letters from country suckers, I -s’pose.</p> - -<p>First off I thought he was going past, but pretty soon he -saw me and steered straight for me.</p> - -<p>I watched him close as he gave me one sharp look. Then -I knew I was safe.</p> - -<p>“You’re on time,” he says, coming up close to me. “See, -I’ve been over to the post-office, look at this bunch of letters. -They are all from fellows who’ve tried my goods and want -more. That’s the kind of business I do.”</p> - -<p>“Let me read one of the letters so I’ll know you ain’t foolin’ -me,” I says, doing Sam’s country voice as well as I could.</p> - -<p>I saw him come the flim-flam and snake a letter out of his -pocket and work it into the bundle.</p> - -<p>That was the letter he gave me to read, of course, and -equally of course it was a blooming fake.</p> - -<p>It told how the writer had used up ten thousand dollars -in green goods in three months without ever having a complaint.</p> - -<p>He was the slickest fellow with his hands ever I seen. He -got another out of his pocket somehow, pretending to get it -out of the pile, and I never seen him, although I was looking -for that very thing.</p> - -<p>“Seems to be a good business,” says I.</p> - -<p>“You bet,” says he.</p> - -<p>“Can we go now?” says I.</p> - -<p>“We could have gone this afternoon if it hadn’t been for -you,” says he. “There’s nothing at all to fear. I’ve been -doing this thing too long not to know how to manage the -racket, you bet.”</p> - -<p>“Where’s your place?” says I.</p> - -<p>“Come with me and I’ll show you,” says he.</p> - -<p>I asked him if he was sure there wasn’t no one watching -us, which gave me an excuse to look ’round for Sam, who -had stopped over by the post office. I couldn’t see nothing -of him, though, and I wondered where he’d gone.</p> - -<p>“Come on; it’s all safe,” says Clancy. “I’ve got the biggest -pull with the police of any man in New York. Why, I -pay the commissioners their little divvy. I don’t bother -with no captains even. There isn’t an officer of the force -what would dare to touch me.”</p> - -<p>I could hardly keep from laughing as I followed him -around into Ann street, where gamblers and green goods<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> -men used to be a big sight plentier in them days than they -are now.</p> - -<p>We got to a door on the left hand side just beyond the -alley.</p> - -<p>I thought he was going up-stairs to Jack Bridge’s place, -but no, he made a dive down into a lager beer saloon in the -basement, took me into a back room and then, unlocking a -door, we landed in a little box of a place about four by five, -where there was nothing but a stove, a desk and a couple of -chairs.</p> - -<p>He locked the door first of all—then he turned on me.</p> - -<p>I tell you now if I wasn’t measuring that man it’s a caution!</p> - -<p>“I wonder which of us two’s got the most muscle,” thinks -I.</p> - -<p>“Let’s see your money, Mr. Spalding!” says he, handing -me a cigar and lighting one himself.</p> - -<p>“Let’s see yours!” says I. “Gimme a light!”</p> - -<p>“You’re a cool one,” says he. “D’yer ’spose I’m going to -give up my green goods and take my chances of getting my -pay?”</p> - -<p>“But you’ve seen my money once.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, all right. You’re suspicious. You think I ain’t -straight. That’s what’s the matter with you, my boy.”</p> - -<p>“Not at all. I only want to be on the safe side. I haven’t -come all the way from Wisconsin to be sucked in—let me tell -you that.”</p> - -<p>“You needn’t holler so,” he says. “I hain’t deef. Do -you want every one in the saloon to hear you?”</p> - -<p>“You don’t think there’s no danger, do you?” I says.</p> - -<p>“No, I guess nothing serious is done yet,” says he, “but -to make all sure I’ll just step out and look how the land -lays.”</p> - -<p>I knew his game. He’d gone to make ready to shift the -bags—it was the old dodge. I made up my mind to use the -minute I had for all it was worth. There was two doors to -the place, the one leading into the saloon we’d came in by. -I wanted to see where the other led to and I found out, for I -opened it with one of my skeleton keys. Theater Alley was -outside.</p> - -<p>I didn’t fasten the door, and had no more’n time to get -back to the desk where he’d left me than Mr. Clancy was in -again.</p> - -<p>“It’s all right,” he says. “Nobody tumbled. Don’t talk -so loud again—that’s all. Now I’ll show you the goods, and -we’ll close this little transaction in just about two seconds. -I want you to understand, my friend, that this is no saw-dust -swindle. I know you think so, but you are as much mistaken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> -as though you’d lost your shirt. There’ll be no sending -the goods by express. No, sir. I shall give them to -you right in this room, and here they are.”</p> - -<p>He opened a drawer in the desk and took out a big pile of -new greenbacks—straight money, mind you, every bit of it. -It takes money to run a green-goods business, I want you -to understand.</p> - -<p>“How much’ll you take?” says he, after I had examined -one or two sample bills till I told him I was satisfied.</p> - -<p>“Guess I’ll strike in with a thousand dollars’ worth,” says -I. “How much’ll that buy?”</p> - -<p>“Three thousand,” he says. “I’m going to be liberal -with you, Spalding, and give you three for one.”</p> - -<p>“Wall,” says I as though I was thinking like, “if that’s -the case you’d better make it two thousand.”</p> - -<p>“Say three?”</p> - -<p>“Hain’t got so much.”</p> - -<p>“But you said you had up at the Van Dyke.”</p> - -<p>“Wall, letter go,” I says. “You see, three thousand in -counterfeit bills was just what I had.”</p> - -<p>He counted out his money and I counted mine.</p> - -<p>Then he counted mine and I counted his.</p> - -<p>“How you going to carry it?” says he, kinder nervous like.</p> - -<p>His eyes were fixed so sharp on his own money in my -hands that he hardly looked at mine, and as the place was -kinder dark never seemed to tumble to the fact that it wasn’t -all O.K.</p> - -<p>“Carry it in my pockets,” says I.</p> - -<p>“That pile?” says he—“you see it was all ones and fives, -while mine was in fifties and hundreds and there was a slew -of ’em. You can’t do it. You’d be overhauled before you -could get to the Herald office. I’ll lend you my grip sack,” -he says.</p> - -<p>It was the old dodge—just what I’d been expecting. I felt -kind of nervous myself then, especially for Old King Brady’s -counterfeit money, for it’s against the law for any one to -handle counterfeit money—even detectives are not excepted, -I want you to understand, and my boss had told me he’d hold -me responsible if it wasn’t got back.</p> - -<p>He put his money in the bag and mine in the desk.</p> - -<p>Then he put the bag on the desk and began jumping round -all of a sudden, whispering that there was a row in the saloon -and he’d have to go out and see what it was. There -must have been a row if noise went for anything, but I’ve no -doubt it was a put up job.</p> - -<p>He ran to the door, and I pretended to follow him, but all -the same I had my eye peeled for the bag, and saw it disappear<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> -through a panel in the back of the desk just as I had -expected, and another just like it come in its place.</p> - -<p>“It’s all right; only two fellers fighting,” he says, popping -in next minute. “Now, then, everything is all straight, -and you’d better light out as soon as you can, for that fight -may draw the cops in.”</p> - -<p>He picked up the bag and handed it to me.</p> - -<p>“You’d better go out this way,” he says, pointing to the -door.</p> - -<p>Now the ticklish time had come.</p> - -<p>Where was Sam? It had been arranged that he should -follow me and be ready to help in case I needed him, but I -hadn’t seen nothing of him when I looked out.</p> - -<p>Clancy seemed surprised when he found the door unlocked.</p> - -<p>“Slide right out,” he whispered. “I hear some one coming.”</p> - -<p>“All right,” says I, “but you’ll come, too,” and I grabbed -him by the collar, and, before he knew what was coming, -was dragging him up the steps.</p> - -<p>I’d dropped the bag and had yanked out my revolver, but -I never got the chance to use it—oh, no!</p> - -<p>Quick as a wink he out with a knife and tried to get at me.</p> - -<p>I saw the flash of the blade and managed to knock up his -arm.</p> - -<p>Then I went down right in the alley and he on top of me.</p> - -<p>I tell you I was scared. Things began to dance before my -eyes, and I thought I was a goner when all at once two men -jumped out from behind a lot of ash barrels and pulled him -over on his back.</p> - -<p>“Old King Brady!” I heard him gasp, and there it ended -as far as he was concerned.</p> - -<p>“Hold him, Dave!” hollered Old King Brady, diving -through the door.</p> - -<p>Me and the other fellow held on like grim death, you bet. -Let’s see, I forgot to say that the other fellow was Sam.</p> - -<p>That was about the end of it altogether, for Old King -Brady scooped in his pal at the point of the revolver just as -he was coming through the door to find out what the row -was all about.</p> - -<p>It was a mighty lucky thing for me, too, that they happened -to come along just as they did, for if they hadn’t I -honestly believe I’d been a dead man in about one minute’s -time.</p> - -<p>We scooped ’em both, but we didn’t get their money, for -of course the bag was stuffed with old newspaper. What became -of it we never knew. Old King Brady found his in the -drawer of the desk, though, and when I began to talk about -it as counterfeit he only laughed at me.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I was fooling you about that, Dave,” he said. “It’s every -dollar of it good.”</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—Of course I wouldn’t have dared to handle counterfeit -money any more for that purpose than any other, for -it’s entirely against the law even to have the stuff in your -possession.</p> - -<p>I own I let Dave believe that it was counterfeit, although -I didn’t actually tell him so, and I did this because I thought -he’d be too cautious with it and spoil the whole game if he -thought it was good.</p> - -<p>Of course I ran the risk of losing it—I knew that. I expected -to lose it, but I was willing to take the chances for -the sake of accomplishing my ends.</p> - -<p>Now I must say that my pupil displayed considerable ingenuity -in handling the case, and as I had never asked him, -and he had never told me any of his plans from the moment -he began to work, he was justly surprised that I happened -along as I did.</p> - -<p>But it was no accident.</p> - -<p>I knew all about it. I saw the meeting at the Van Dyke, -I overheard the conversation in the saloon, I followed them -from the Astor House to Ann street, and was peering through -the window when the transfer of the money was made.</p> - -<p>Dave told Sam Keen all about the business, and Sam, by -my direction, told me.</p> - -<p>I had put the boy on his mettle, but I didn’t propose to -see him harmed, and he came precious near losing his life as -it was.</p> - -<p>Now there’s an example of how I can shadow. I’d say -more about it, but I don’t want to boast.</p> - -<p>I changed my appearance three times that afternoon. Sam -knew me, for he helped me, but Dave never had the slightest -suspicion that he was under “Old King Brady’s” eye.</p> - -<p>We sent those two rascals up for a long term, and so far -as I know, they served it out. I presume the saloon keeper -got the money and kept it. Of course he was one of the -gang, and I closed up his place in a hurry, but as I could -prove nothing against him he was soon set free.</p> - -<p>Dave, adopting Sam’s disguise, was as skillful a piece of -business as I ever did.</p> - -<p>I don’t think Clancy—that wasn’t his name by the way—has -the slightest idea to this day that he was not dealing -with the same person from first to last.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"></div><!--Page break for ePub--> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V_RINGING_IN" id="CHAPTER_V_RINGING_IN"></a>CHAPTER V.<br /><span class="mediumfont">RINGING IN.</span></h2> - - -<p>Another very important duty that a detective often has to -perform is to “ring in with the gang.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> - -<p>To arrest a criminal without having first obtained sufficient -evidence to convict him of his crimes, seldom leads to any -good result.</p> - -<p>Often gangs of thieves organize for business, and if you -get one you get all of them, as a rule, for thieves seldom -have any honor among themselves, the old saying to the contrary, -nevertheless.</p> - -<p>Now to catch a gang like this it is often necessary to select -a man to join them, a very ticklish business, by the way.</p> - -<p>If the thieves are young men, you’ve got to get a young -man to do the job. I’d be no use at all in such a case.</p> - -<p>I remember shortly after the green goods case that an order -came to me from the inspector to look into the matter of -a gang of young toughs who were believed to make their -headquarters in an unused sewer away up on First avenue.</p> - -<p>For a long time these scoundrels had maintained a perfect -reign of terror in the neighborhood of East 66th street, -knocking men down and robbing them in broad daylight, -breaking into stores, coming the flim-flam game on women, -and all that sort of business.</p> - -<p>There’s just such a gang operating on the West side of -New York now, and the police seem quite powerless to do -anything to put them down.</p> - -<p>When the matter was placed in my hands I sent for Dave -and told him that he must join that gang, find out their secret -hiding-place and then betray them into my hands.</p> - -<p>Dave heaved a sigh.</p> - -<p>“Couldn’t you get somebody else to do that beside me, -Mr. Brady?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“Why, Dave,” said I, “you have been selected because I -think you just the man for the job. What’s the matter with -you going? Why do you object?”</p> - -<p>“Well, to tell the trute, Mr. Brady (Dave always dropped -into his old New York accent the moment he was the least -excited), that gang is a tough one.”</p> - -<p>“You are afraid?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, no!”</p> - -<p>“I could hardly believe it after all the evidence I have -had of your courage. What, then?”</p> - -<p>“Bad luck to it all, me first cousin, Patsey Malloy, is running -that gang,” he blurted out. “You wouldn’t have me -go against my own flesh and blood!”</p> - -<p>“Now you look here, young man,” said I, going up to -him and shaking my finger in his face. “You just want to -understand one thing, and that is, if you are ever going to -make a successful detective, you’ve got to lay all personal -considerations aside. This Patsey Malloy—is he a bad one?”</p> - -<p>“You’re right, he is!” replied Dave gloomily.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Has he broken the law?”</p> - -<p>“A t’ousand times!”</p> - -<p>“And you are under your solemn oath to arrest all lawbreakers?”</p> - -<p>Dave looked confused.</p> - -<p>“Can’t we fix it no way so’s to save Patsy?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“If that could be done I suppose you would just as soon -see the rest bagged as not?” said I.</p> - -<p>“Why, of course!” he answered, hastily. “And I think -it can be fixed. I’ll see Patsy and let him know it’s either a -question of his turning State’s evidence and giving me the -gang or having some one else put on what’ll scoop ’em all -in.”</p> - -<p>“Would he do that?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“Why, of course, rather than be took himself,” replied -Dave, looking surprised that I should ask such a question.</p> - -<p>That settled it so far as Dave was concerned. I told him -that I’d think about it and let him know. I saw at once that -he was not the man for the work. Then I sent for Sam -Kean.</p> - -<p>As soon as he came I told him the whole story.</p> - -<p>“Do you think you could ring in with that gang?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“I’d like to try ever so much,” he said. “I’ve wanted -this long time to see what I could do with the roughest -classes.”</p> - -<p>“Ain’t you afraid?”</p> - -<p>“Not a bit of it.”</p> - -<p>“If they get an idea of the truth they’ll certainly kill you. -Your life wouldn’t be worth two cents.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll take the risk, Mr. Brady,” he said, boldly.</p> - -<p>“All right,” said I; “you shall do it; but you must work -quick. I want you to begin to-night.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll do it, sir,” he said, and he did do it most effectually. -Let him tell the rest of the story himself.</p> - - -<h3><span class="smcap">Joining the Gang.</span></h3> - -<p>It was a cold night when I joined the sewer gang.</p> - -<p>Old King Brady says I must make a short story of it, so -I’ll just begin in the middle and not tell how I located the -gang—how I found that one of their hanging out places was -a certain gin mill on the corner of First avenue and Seventy-third -street; how I learned that they numbered more than -seventy, ranging in age from twelve years to thirty. Briefly -I found out all that and more.</p> - -<p>It was a howling wilderness up in that neigborhood in -those days, though it’s all altered now; literally howling that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> -night, for the wind blew a perfect gale, as it is very apt to do -in the month of March.</p> - -<p>I knew all about the neighborhood, for during the week I -had been scouring it in every direction collecting evidence.</p> - -<p>I heard of men being waylaid and knocked down in broad -daylight, or unwary drunkards being lured into those solitudes, -robbed and thrown over the rocks into the East River; -of burglaries and all sorts of outrages being committed. Yes, -I want you to understand that gang was tough.</p> - -<p>So was I—in appearance.</p> - -<p>I wore a pair of ragged trousers, old shoes with my -frozen toes almost on the ground. Overcoat I had none, -and the coat I did have was thin, dirty and ragged, buttoned -up to the throat to conceal a fearful-looking shirt, under -which were three others, or I should certainly have -frozen to death. As for my hat, I need only say that I picked -it out of the ash scow at the Seventeenth street dump.</p> - -<p>When I reached the lumber shed on the corner of Sixty-ninth -street I stopped and whistled, leaning up against the -fence.</p> - -<p>Presently I heard a voice speak through a knot-hole in the -fence and say:</p> - -<p>“Is it you?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said I.</p> - -<p>“All O.K.?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said I. “I’m to meet him in ten minutes. I had -a long talk with him last night and all is fixed.”</p> - -<p>“Where is it?” asked the voice.</p> - -<p>“Couldn’t find out,” I replied. “You’ll have to follow -me and see.”</p> - -<p>“All right. Be very careful,” said the voice—then all was -quiet.</p> - -<p>I had worked hard to get as far as I had got in the business. -How I managed to get acquainted with one of the -leading spirits of the gang I ain’t going to tell.</p> - -<p>It is enough to say that I had got acquainted with him -and that he had promised to initiate me that night.</p> - -<p>“Red McCann”—that was his name. I met him in the -gin-mill ten minutes later.</p> - -<p>He and two other toughs were waiting for me by appointment. -They greeted me in the most friendly manner and -we had several beers at my expense.</p> - -<p>It was a great night for me, and I was expected to treat. -I was going to “join the gang.”</p> - -<p>Soon we started across lots working down toward the -river. Just what street we were near at last I can’t say, for -but few were opened then, and these being cut through the -solid rock all looked alike. It was terrible cold, and I want<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> -you to understand that I was glad to get to the end of the -journey at last.</p> - -<p>“Ain’t we most there?” I asked of Red McCann. “I’m -just about perished.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, you’ll be there soon enough, cully,” he answered, -winking at his companion, a fellow called “Schnitz.” -Whether it was really his name or not, I’m sure I don’t -know.</p> - -<p>I saw the wink, and for the first time I began to wonder -whether, after all, I had not deceived myself in thinking that -I had deceived these fellows as to my true character.</p> - -<p>But, no; I couldn’t believe it—I wouldn’t believe it.</p> - -<p>I had worked so hard to accomplish my purpose. I had -gone to lengths that made me shudder to think of.</p> - -<p>Beside, I knew if they even suspected me my life was -scarce worth a rush. I forced myself—absolutely forced -myself—not to be afraid.</p> - -<p>“Is it much further, Red?” I asked in my best “tough” -dialect.</p> - -<p>“Only a little way,” he answered. “Do you see that -house right by the river bank?”</p> - -<p>“Yes.”</p> - -<p>“Do you see de woods on de left?”</p> - -<p>“The woods,” was a little clump of locust trees, once a -shady grove in some gentleman’s grounds in the days when -the house would have been called a mansion.</p> - -<p>“I see,” I said.</p> - -<p>“Well, we get into the sewer through that house by way -of de cellar,” answered Red. “We’ve got a underground -passage cut jist like you read about in dime novels. Oh, I -tell you it’s bully! We’ve got feather beds and eat off chiny -dishes. We only take our beer out of silver mugs——”</p> - -<p>“You lie,” broke in Schnitz laughing; “we keep our beer -in silver kegs and drink it outer gold steins.”</p> - -<p>“You’re fooling me, boys,” said I, in dismay, an icy coldness -striking around my heart.</p> - -<p>“Not much, you son of a gun!” cried Red. “It’s you who -are trying to fool us. Hey fellers! Here we are! Let’s initiate -Detective Kean!”</p> - -<p>Can you fancy my feelings at that moment?</p> - -<p>If you can’t try and fancy them at the next, when I suddenly -found myself surrounded by twenty or thirty of the -toughest-looking specimens I ever laid my eyes on.</p> - -<p>We had reached the grove now, and a man seemed to -spring from behind every tree.</p> - -<p>I saw that my midnight mission was already accomplished.</p> - -<p>Make no mistake—I had joined the gang!</p> - -<p>It was no use to attempt to defend myself.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> - -<p>They were around me like a pack of wolves in an instant, -a dozen hands held me, a dozen more were going through -my clothes, possessing themselves of revolvers, knives, -money—everything, even to my official shield, which, like a -fool, I had loose in my trousers’ pocket.</p> - -<p>If ever I felt sick it was then, but I had hope.</p> - -<p>The voice which talked to me through the lumber yard -fence was Old King Brady’s.</p> - -<p>He ought to be on hand with a posse of police even now.</p> - -<p>“Oh, you needn’t look for your friends,” cried Red -McCann sneeringly. “We seen you talking with them down -by the lumber yard. We’ve fixed all that—we’ve given ’em -the proper steer.</p> - -<p>“Hey fellers!” he added, “this is the bloke what tought -he was goin’ ter ring in wid us. What’ll we do wid him! -It’s for you to say.”</p> - -<p>“Punch him! Slug him! Shoot him! Drown him?”</p> - -<p>These and several other pleasing suggestions were offered -by the crowd.</p> - -<p>Where was Old King Brady?</p> - -<p>Was it as Red claimed that he had been thrown off the -scent.</p> - -<p>I felt that I was lost then, and I am willing to admit that -I gave myself up to die, for they fell upon me like savages, -kicking and beating me, dragging me at last to the edge of -the rocky bluffs which overhung the East river, and pushing -me over.</p> - -<p>Before I knew what was coming I went whirling through -the air with frightful velocity, striking the water below with a -resounding splash.</p> - -<p>That is the way I joined the gang!</p> - -<p>Never shall I forget the moment when I rose to the surface -and began struggling with that terrible current which -sweeps through the narrow channel between Blackwell’s Island -the New York shore.</p> - -<p>It seemed hours since I had fallen, yet it could scarce have -been seconds.</p> - -<p>Up on the hill I could hear men shouting, and as I straggled -toward the rocks I saw Old King Brady and his policemen -appear on the bluffs and look down.</p> - -<p>“Help! help! help!” I shouted, but the wind swept my -voice over to the island. To my despair I saw Old King -Brady turn away and I knew that he had not heard.</p> - -<p>“Help! help! Help, Mr. Brady!” called another voice -right before me as if in echo of my own.</p> - -<p>I raised my eyes and looked ahead.</p> - -<p>I was near the rocks now, swimming as well at my bruised -and frozen limbs would permit.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> - -<p>There, crouching upon them, I saw the figure of one of -the gang whom I instantly recognized as a fellow who had -been particularly active in the attack upon myself.</p> - -<p>Oh, how my heart sank!</p> - -<p>I turned on my back and was about to strike out into the -deep channel, when suddenly I saw Old King Brady coming -back to the edge of the bluff.</p> - -<p>“Hold on, Sam. Hold on! Don’t go back for God’s sake!” -called the fellow on the rocks in a familiar voice.</p> - -<p>He leaned forward, caught my foot, and began dragging me -in shore.</p> - -<p>Did I resist him?</p> - -<p>Oh, no! I guess not.</p> - -<p>I was so surprised, so overcome, that I think I must have -fainted.</p> - -<p>When I came to myself a moment later, I was lying on the -rocks above the reach of the tide, and bending over me were -Old King Brady and the young tough.</p> - -<p>“Kean! Kean! rouse yourself!” exclaimed the detective. -“I was just a moment or two slow. Thank goodness! he’s -coming round all right again! You’ve been deceived, Kean; -they’re on to you——”</p> - -<p>“Well, I should think I might know it,” I answered, somewhat -testily. “I’ve been sucked in, fooled, played with—it’s -a wonder I wasn’t killed.”</p> - -<p>“Which you might have been if it hadn’t been for our -friend here,” he answered, glancing at the young man who -had appeared upon the rocks. “It’s all right though. -You’ve tracked ’em here, and that’s been the means of bringing -about just what we want, or will be. This young man -is going to show us the way into the sewer, he says.”</p> - -<p>“To turn informer?” said I. “Why, he’s one of the gang, -you know.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, yes, and here come <em>my</em> gang down the rocks at last. -Now, then, young man, pilot the way, and I’ll make it worth -your while, you can be very sure.”</p> - -<p>He raised his lantern, which he had drawn from his pocket, -and threw its light before the villain’s face, starting -back as he did so with an exclamation of surprise.</p> - -<p>“Dave! Dave Doyle! It can’t be,” he burst out.</p> - -<p>“But it is, though, Mr. Brady,” was the quiet reply. -“You wouldn’t trust me, so I had to do this job myself. -I’ve done it too. Call your men, get ready your revolvers. -I’m going to show you the secret way into the sewer, and -there’s nothing in the world to prevent you from capturing -the whole gang.”</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—Well, I own I was surprised when my lantern suddenly -revealed Dave standing there upon the rocks.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> - -<p>You see, I hadn’t been thinking anything about the fellow, -so why should I expect to see him? I was taken all aback.</p> - -<p>I presume my readers expected an entirely different termination -to this story.</p> - -<p>Let me add, so did I.</p> - -<p>I thought Sam was succeeding splendidly, I never dreamed -that Dave had moved in the matter till I saw through his -carefully arranged disguise as we three stood there on the -rocks.</p> - -<p>I have introduced this case simply to show you how detectives -sometimes get left as well as other folks.</p> - -<p>It was Dave, not Sam who showed us the secret entrance -to the sewer in which the gang had their headquarters, and -whither they had now retreated in fancied security. I had -not been deceived by the false “steer.”</p> - -<p>But I have not space enough left to tell how we captured -them.</p> - -<p>Let it suffice to say that we did capture them, that we -scooped them in completely, and during the brief fight -none fought better than Dave Doyle who captured his cousin -with his own hands.</p> - -<p>To this day I doubt if Mr. Patsy Malloy knows that it was -Dave.</p> - -<p>We broke up the sewer gang forever, and sent a lot of -them over to the island, and now for the point I want to -bring out strong.</p> - -<p>Every man to his own kind.</p> - -<p>That’s the best rule a detective has to follow.</p> - -<p>If it is hard to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, it is -equally hard to make a sow’s ear out of a silk purse.</p> - -<p>I tried to make a tough out of Sam Kean, and I failed.</p> - -<p>Why, Dave, who had secretly joined the sewer gang a week -before Sam got ready to begin, told me that they saw through -Sam from the very start.</p> - -<p>“He couldn’t fool ’em, Mr. Brady,” he said. “I was -awful sorry I couldn’t warn him, and I would have done so -if I’d knowed he was going to come that night, but I didn’t -until it was too late. I meant all along to tell him in time.”</p> - -<p>“Why couldn’t he fool ’em, Dave?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“Can’t you tell a tough when you see one?”</p> - -<p>“I rather think I can.”</p> - -<p>“Then so can we tell a gentleman. I’m a tough myself, -and I know.”</p> - -<p>He was right, but be overstated the case in calling himself -a tough.</p> - -<p>Dave Doyle had been born among them and brought up -among them, but he never was a tough himself, but a thoroughly -honest fellow from the word go.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> - -<p>When I intimated that he was not the man for the sewer-gang -job, on account of his relationship with the leader, he -resolved to show me that he was the man, and he did.</p> - -<p>Dave succeeded without an effort where Sam, with all his -efforts, failed, and came within an ace of losing his life.</p> - -<p>Therefore, I say, every one to his place.</p> - -<p>But Sam Kean made a splendid detective. I used him as -my society man for years, until he went off at last on his -own hook.</p> - -<p>So also with Dave. He remained my man for the work in -the slums and a better one I never had.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Now then, boys, has all this taught you how to become a -detective?</p> - -<p>I’m afraid not.</p> - -<p>I’m afraid that after all you feel disappointed that I have -not laid down some cast-iron rule which will throw you into -the high tide of success in our business like the touch of -Aladdin’s lamp.</p> - -<p>Let me say to the disappointed ones confidentially give up -the idea of ever becoming a detective.</p> - -<p>It will be just as well, in fact, a great deal better.</p> - -<p>If you can’t see the force of all my remarks, if you can’t -learn the lessons contained in the cases cited, believe the old -man when he tells that your genius runs in other channels, -and you will do better to leave the detective business severely -alone.</p> - -<p>As for the rest of you—you who have read this little book -and enjoyed it, I mean—there is at least reason to believe -that you might make successful detectives if you have a mind -to persevere.</p> - -<p>But is the game worth the candle?</p> - -<p>Think what a detective’s life means.</p> - -<p>Hard work, exposed to cold, hunger, thirst, great danger, -and every privation. I’ve been through all of these things, -and just so sure as you embark in the business you’ll find -yourselves there too.</p> - -<p>Another thing which I haven’t mentioned that shouldn’t be -forgotten. It is the social position which the detective occupies—always -has and always will.</p> - -<p>By nine men out of ten he is looked upon as a spy, and regarded -with dislike and distrust.</p> - -<p>A detective can have but few friends; many have none.</p> - -<p>Men may flatter him and praise his shrewdness, but they -will ever shun him and keep him at arm’s length.</p> - -<p>I have grown rich at the business—very rich—but let me -say right here that I am one in a thousand.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> - -<p>Most of our detectives work hard and suffer much, and in -the end die poor and despised.</p> - -<p>If you don’t believe me hunt up some detective and ask -him; he’ll tell you the same thing.</p> - -<p>Still if you must be a detective start right and be honest, -and you will always be able to respect yourself, no matter -what others may think.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;"> -<img src="images/i_059.jpg" width="550" height="154" alt="THE END." /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="chapter"></div><!--Page break for ePub--> - -<div class="boxad"> -<p class="xlargefont boldfont center">ARE YOU READING</p> - -<p class="xxlargefont boldfont center">“Work <span class="smcap">AND</span> Win”</p> - -<p class="largefont center">IT CONTAINS</p> - -<p class="xlargefont boldfont center">The Great Fred Fearnot Stories</p> - -<p class="largefont boldfont center"> -ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY<br /> -32 PAGES <span style="padding-left:5em">PRICE 5 CENTS</span><br /> -HANDSOME COLORED COVERS<br /> -</p> - -<p>Each number details the interesting, humorous and startling -adventures of two bright, independent boys. 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