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CHAPTER I.
DEATH ON THE TRAIN,

‘The night express on the Midland Railway from Glas-
gow to London was just about to pull out of the station at
Carlisle, a town in the extreme North of England, when a
belated passenger hurried across the platform and tried to
open the door of a first-class compartment.

It was locked, and. he called toa guard impatiently to
open it for him.

_“That’s a first-class carriage, sir,’’ said the guard.

‘‘T know it,’’ replied the passenger, “‘here is my ticket. ’’

The guard looked at it, saw that it gave the passenger
the right to occupy a first-class compartment, and
promptly unlocked the door.

“Thank you, sir,’’. he said, as the passenger thrust some
silver into his hand. :

‘‘Don’t let anybody else in here if you can help it,’’ said
the passenger.

fCAll richt, sir.’

The door was closed just as the train started.

A lamp hung from the roof of the compartment, and by
its dim light, the passenger stowed his grip on the rack

over the seat, and settled himself in a corner, pulling a
-$raveling rug carefully about his knees.

When he had finished his preparations for the long
: journey in as much comfort as one can get in an English
wailway train, he looked about him.

There was another passenger in the compartment—a
fact which apparently did not disturb the new-comer.

The other passenger had been asleep when the train
stopped at Carlisle, and he opened his eyes when the new-
comer entered.

He had glanced at him drowsily, and then dropped off
to sleep again, evidently entirely indifferent as to whether
the had company during his journey or not.

For about a quarter of an hour the new-comer sat per-
fectly still. Then he stirred a bit and coughed loudly.

As he did so he turned toward the other Basgenecr f as if
to see whether the noise had disturbed him.

It was evident that the man in the farther seat was so
sound asleep that nothing but the loudest kind of noise
could disturb him.

The new-comer then rose and drew from his pocket a
long dagger inclosed in a sheath.

He unsheathed it, crossed the compartment, and stood
over his fellow-passenger, and waiting until the motion of
the train was a little steadier, he brought the dagger
down with all his force upon the passenger’s chest.

The stricken man bounded from his seat convulsively,
threw out his arms, and then sank motionless upon the
floor of the compartment.

The handle of the dagger peated from. his clothing.

The new-comer raised the fallen man and replaced him

upon the seat, pushing his head back so that he could get :

a good view of it.
He saw before, oe a face that any one would have

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side whiskers, and smoothly shaven lip and chin,

The murderer looked hard at his victim a moment, then .

stooped forward and felt in the Scotchman’s vest-pocket.

He produced presently a spectacle case, from which he
took the glasses.

They were gold-bowed, the best specimen of the
optician’s art.

The murderer held them up to the light ond saw that a
name had been inscribed in very fine letters upon the rim
of one of the lenses.

With a nod of satisfaction, he replaced the spectacles in
the case and put the case in his own pocket.

He then examined the Scotechman’s clothing, comparing
it with the texture of his own.

“That
near enough to do,”’

He reached up for his grip that he had placed on the
rack over the seat, opened it, took out a-wig and whiskers
and other materials for a make-up.

This done, he set himself to work to | copy upon his own
face the features of his victim.

He began by deftly removing from his own lips a ney

false mustache.

He propped a hand-mirror against an arm of the seat,
and kneeling down, worked with the utmost patience and
considerable skill in completing the transformation.

When it had been completed to his satisfaction, and ke
had adjusted and trimmed a wig in imitation of the
Scotchman’s hair, he proceeded to modify the face of his
victim by means of grease paint and a false beard, until it

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His next operation was to go through the Scotchman’s »

pockets, from which he extracted every article—purse,
papers, letters, pocket-knife, keys, etc.

These he stowed in his grip for the moment.

‘Then he consulted his watch and peered out of the win-
dow.at the dark country through which they ‘were flying
fast.

‘‘Must be near the Settle tunnel,’’ he muttered, as he
put his watch back into his pocket.

Having consulted a railway time-table, from which he
tried to determine the present position of the train, he
concluded that he had still several minutes to spare before
the tunnel would be reached.

He turned his attention to his victim’s grip, and nttee
experimenting with the keys taken from the man’s
pockets, he found one that unlocked it.

He stowed in it all articles taken from the Scotchman’ Ss
pockets and some of the few things that remained in his
own grip.

He replaced his victim’s grip upon the rack justasa
whistle from the locomotive gave warning that the train
was about to enter a tunnel.

_ Persons who are accustomed to riding upon English rail-
ways always close the windows of their compartments
when they hear this warning whistle. :

This is for the purpose of keeping cinders and smoke out
of the carriage while passing through a tunnel.

The window of this compartment was already closed.

The murderer, however, went to it and opened it to its
full extent. :
Then he turned to his victim, lifted him from the seat,
bore him to the window, and dropped him out.

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fortably to continue his long journey.
When the train arrived at St. Pancras station in London

_ at eight o’clock the next morning, the guard who had been

so generously tipped by the passenger at Carlisle, went to
the first-class carriage to assist the passenger in getting
out.

f'o his surprise he found the compartment empty.

The door was locked, and for a moment the guard
thought that he must have mistaken the carriage.

Looking along the platform, however, he saw that the
generous man was not among those who were getting out
of first-class compartments, and greatly puzzled, he turned
again to the place where his benefactor ought to be.

He then noticed that the window on the farther side of
the compartment was open.

_ ‘Very odd,’’? he muttered, ‘‘the man must have crawled
out through the window when the train stopped a few
miles back.

‘¢Wonder why he didn’t come on to London or why he
didn’t sing out to me to open the door for him.”’

The guard did not consider it any part of his business,
however, to report what the passenger had done, and went
home to his day’s sleep without thinking anything more
about it.

Just after the hour for beginning Baciiese in the city

“proper that morning, a hansom cab stopped in front of the

Bank of Ceylon in Threadneedle street.

The passenger, who had every appearance of ete a
Scotchman, alighted, handed his fare to the driver, and
grip in hand entered the bank.

He had bristling, bushy side whiskers and wore an

elegant pair of gold-rimmed spectacles.

’ He went straight to the director’s room of the bank and
placed his grip upon a table.
‘‘Good-morning, Mr. Ormsby,’’ said one of the bank
employees, who came into the room at the same moment.
‘‘Good morning,’’ replied the new-comer, hoarsely.
‘‘Just in from Glasgow?”’
‘‘Yes,’? replied the man addressed as Ormsby, ‘‘I came

“ap on the night train and caught a confounded cold by so

doing.”’

He coughed violently.

‘Too bad!’ exclaimed the employee, sis pathetmlly,
<‘T hope. you won’t suffer from it.”’

“‘T don’t think I shall,’’ returned Ormsby, speaking with
difficulty between his coughs, ‘‘but I shall probably leave
early to-day and spend most of the time in bed.”’

“Ym very sorry, sir,’’ said the clerk.

‘Is there anything that requires my especial attention

to-day?” asked Ormsby.

‘‘Yos, sir, there are the Ceylon Planter’s bonds just in
from the engravers that we held back for you to examine.”’

‘Bring them in,’’ said Ormsby, ‘‘and eres exer) ing
else that needs my immediate attention.’

He sat down at a roll-top desk, and while the clerk was

gone, hurriedly tried one key after another from a bunch |
that he took from his grip until he found one that worked.

Then he opened the desk and prepared for business.

“Here are your personal letters, sir,’’ said the clerk, re-
turning and laying some envelopes upon the desk, ‘‘and
these are official.

io 4Ehe potids you will find in this parcel, and here are
= ‘some of the other tees that you were speaking about
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‘‘All right,’’ coughed Mr. Ormsby, ‘‘let me alone for a
while now; I will call if I want anything.’’

As soon as the clerk had gone out Mr. Onnely began to
examine the documents before him.

His hands were trembling, and his agitation seemed to
increase as he proceeded.

Some of the documents he thrust into his pockets, while
others he pushed impatiently to one side.

The personal letters he left unopened.

**Beg your pardon, sir,’’ said the clerk, returning to the
room rather suddenly, ‘‘there is an account in the strong-
box that we need at once.”’

‘‘All right,’’ returned Ormsby, bending over his desk.

‘‘T beg pardon, sir,’’ continued the clerk, ‘‘but the
strong-box isn’t open.”’

Ormsby looked up with a start.

“You know you told me,’’ said the clerk, ‘‘not to open

it without special orders, and I didn’t know but you had
changed the combination. ’’

‘**‘T hayen’t done so,’’ was the reply; ‘‘open it yourself. ’’

The clerk accordingly went to the back part of the room
and turned the handle of a safe that stood there.

Ormsby furtively turned his head and watched him.

The combination had not been changed, and presently
the clerk swung the iron door open.

‘‘Leave it open when you’ve got what you'want,’’ said
Ormsby.

The clerk obeyed, and when he had left the room,
Ormsby went to the safe and rummaged rapidly among
its contents.

With a look of great satisfaction, he took out a large
bundle of Bank of England notes.

These he crammed into his pockets with feverish
anxiety.

Then he took ey articles from his grip, placed them
also in his pockets, and pushed the grip under the table.

He closed the cover of the roll-top desk, pulled out one
of the side shelves, and laid his gold-rimmed spectacles
upon it, and putting on his hat, left the room.

He had to pass through the public corridor of the bank
on his way to Threadneedle street.

One or two of the clerks glanced at him as he went out,
but said nothing.

Once outside, he hailed a cab and ordered the driver to
take him to the Charing Cross station.

 

CHAPTER II.
PLAY FOR PATS Y.

Shortly after noon of that day a young man. was shown
into the chief inspector’s office in Scotland Yard.

The inspector was chatting with a visitor.

‘‘What is it?’’ he asked, glancing at the young man and
at a card that had been brought to him by a subordinate.

‘‘T come from the Bank of ees inspector, ’’ was the
reply.

‘‘So I see by this card, Mr. Watkins. What can I do for
you?”’

“T am afraid, sir,’? replied Mr. Watkins, “‘that the bank
has not only been badly victimized, but that murder has
been committed as well.”’

‘Afraid! don’t you know?’’

‘‘Well, sir, the matter looks very mysterious.’’

The young man was greatly agitated.

“Sit down,’’ said the inspector, kindly, ‘‘and tell us just
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“The beginning is,’? said Mr. Watkins, “that the Presi-
dent of the Bank of Ceylon died about three weeks ago.

time Mr. Wallace Ormsby,
directors and a resident of both Glasgow and London, had
been acting president.’’

‘“Yes,’’ said the inspector,
slightly.”’

‘So did we at the bank, sir, that is, we thought we
knew him, and we thought it was he who came in this
morning at the time that we expected him.’’

‘“Wasn’t it Mr. Ormsby, then?”’

‘We can’t be sure,’’ replied Watkins, ‘‘and it’s possible
that I am making a terrible fool of myself.

‘*But I’d rather take the chance of that than risk losing
any time if it’s true that the bank has been robbed.’’

‘‘Eixplain yourself more clearly,’’ said the inspector.

“Well, sir, this man whom we supposed was Mr. Orms-
by came in and began to attend to business as usual.

**He went out in about ten minutes. He left his specta-
cles on his desk and his grip on the floor, so of course we
expected him back in a few minutes. He hasn’t returned.

‘‘T had occasion to go to the strong-box in the directors’
room an hour or so after Mr. Ormsby had left, and I found
that bank-notes to the value of twenty thousand pounds
were missing.

‘““Well, that,’’ continued Watkins, ‘‘struck me as suspi-
cious, for even Mr. Ormsby would hardly have , any right
to take away such a sum of money without accounting for
it.

ee know Mr. Ormsby

‘‘However, it wouldn’t have been my place to speak of |

it if he had done it, but as he wasn’t there, and failed to
return, we all felt nervous.’

‘“‘Was anything else missing?’’

‘“*Yes, a parcel of negotiable bonds; besides that there
was alot of other easily convertible collateral that I had
placed on Mr. Ormsby’s desk. That was gone, too.”’

‘*Did he leave the desk open?’’ asked the inspector.

‘‘No, he had put down the cover, but it had failed to
catch, and when we opened it to look for some papers that
we wanted, we found that these bonds were gone.”’

‘‘Nothing else??’

‘““Mr, Ormsby’s private mail was unopened.”’

‘‘What was the value all told of the missing property ?”’

‘‘Fully a hundred thousand pounds, sir.”’

‘‘H’m,’’? murmured the inspector, ‘‘this looks suspi-
cious.’

“That’s not all, sir,’’ said Watkins.

“Well, what more?’’

“‘T don’t kncw that I would have ventured to call on
you if it hadn’t been for this telegram which we received
just before I left the bank.’’

He handea the inspector the message.

It was dated at Settle and read as follows:

‘“‘Bank OF CEYLON, Threadneedle street, London:—Man
found dead in Settle Tunnel this morning; face disguised
by false beard. Said by leading merchant here to be Wal-
lace Ormsby of your bank.’ If he is there and well, please
notify Settle police.”’

‘‘Well,’’ said the inspector, after reading this, ‘‘what do,
you people make of it?”’

‘Why, 1 must say, sir,’’ responded Watkins, ‘‘that it
looks very bad indeed ; as if somebody had murdered Mr.

Ormsby and personated ae at the bank long enough to —

rob us of a good round sum,’

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‘“We will look into the matter at once,’’ said the inspec-
‘‘“Go back to the bank, Mr. Watkins, and remain
there tillI come. In the meantime say nothing of the
matter. ’’ \

Watkins bowed and withdrew.:

The inspector then turned to his visitor and said:

‘‘Mr. Murphy, there seems to be a case that is worthy of
your skill. How would you like to tackle it?’’ :

““Why,’’ returned Patsy, in surprise, for he was the in-
spector’s visitor, ‘‘it looks like a good case, and if I can be

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of any assistance to you during the two or three daysI.

have left to stay in London, 1711 be glad to pitch in.”’
“IT wish you would, then. Let’s ,go down to Thread-
needle street together and see what/we can make of it.’
Patsy was on his way home from St. Petersburg, where

he had succeeded in exposing a great plot against the life _

of the Czar and other Russian dignitaries. *
He had stupped in London, not so much because he had

| time,to spare in sight-seeing as because he was anxious to

return to America by the Normanic.

He had become very friendly with the surgeon of the ©

vessel on the way over, and as she was to sail again in the
course of a few days, he took advantage of the opportunity
to see something of London and acquaint himself with the
detectives attached to the famous office in Scotland Yard.

Everybody from the chief inspector down had given him
a cordial’ welcome, for Nick Carter’s name was known
there as it is in America, and an assistant of that great
detective was looked upon naturally as a worthy friend of
England’s best,

Two days of idleness had been quite enough for the
young American, and he was delighted with the oppor-
tunity the inspector offered of going to work again.

They went by underground railway from Scotland Yard
to the city, as that part of London is known which in-
cludes the Bank of England and other great financial in-
stitutions.

Mr. Watkins had arrived at the Bank of Ceylon but a
few minutes ahead of them.

‘‘Let us go into the directors’ room first,’’ said thei in-
spector.

To their satisfaction, the detectives found that the room
had been left very much as it was when the supposed Mr.
Ormsby took his departure.

Patsy and the inspector examined the grip that had been ~

left behind and made a general inspection of the room and
its surroundings.

“‘T suppose by this time,
have found out exactly what has been taken away.’’

‘Yes,’ replied Watkins, ‘‘here is the list.”’

‘*T see from this,’’? remarked the inspector, as he read
the list of securities that had disappeared, ‘‘that every-
thing taken could be turned into pase without the least
difficulty. ”’ ‘ :

‘“That’s right,’’ replied Watkins, ‘“but we have ee
pains to prevent that as far as possible, ’?

‘*How so?”’

“We have notified the exchanges of the number of bonds

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taken and described the other securities so that no mem- —

ber of the stock exchange will buy them.”’

‘‘How about the Bank of England notes?”’

‘We have as you see a memorandum of the numbers on
every one of these notes. ' We shall advertise widely what

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“these numbers are, and call upon the bank to stop pay-
- ment on them unless they come through our hands.”’

‘(Have you sent out the advertisements?”’ —

‘‘Yes, they will appear in the-evening papers.”’

Patsy was greatly interested in this phase of the case.

He had noticed that every Bank of England note that he
had seen had a number printed upon it, thus making the

- note as readily identified as if it werea plojog apa of a

well-known man. |
‘Tl should think,’’ he suggested, ‘‘that this would pre-

~ vent the robber from making anything out of his haul.

“Nobody here will buy his bonds or take his money,
will they?”’

‘‘Not unless he works very fast,’’ replied the inspector.
“He may have managed to dispose of a good deal of his
money already, and perhaps of the bonds, but even if he

_hasn’t, don’t you see what a great chance he has in foreign

countries?”’

“Ves,’’? said Patsy, ‘‘I suppose that if he were in New
York, for example, he wouldn’t have much difficulty in
exchanging his Bank of England notes for Uncle Sam’s
money.”’

‘‘Not the slightest,’’ replied the inspector.

He rose and walked out of the room, beckoning to Patsy
to follow. i

‘What would you do first, Mr. Murphy?’’ asked the in-
spector.

‘Look up the men who were employed on the train by
which Mr. Ormsby was supposed to come from Glasgow.
Find out if Be was a ee what he did and what be-

. game of him.’ .

“I gave instructions to have that done before we left
Scotland Yard.” _

‘‘All right, that’s one move. Have you got plenty of
men at command in this vicinity?’’

‘All you ask for.”’

‘Then I should set about a dozen of them to making in-
quiries among the cab men bereabout and find if any of
them took Mr. Ormsby away this morning.”’

“That is just what I am about todo,’’ said the inspector.

‘And the next step,’’:continued Patsy, ‘‘is to watch the

bank for dev elopments.”’

“What do you think can happen here?”’

“Py no prophet, pes I simply have an idea that. this is
the place to watch.’

The inspector smiled dubiously.

‘‘Do you suppose, ’’ he asked, ‘‘that the fake Mr. Ormsby
is going to return for more swag?”’

No.’

Patsy saw that the inspector was laughing in his sleeve
at the idea of anything further happening at the bank that
could bear upon the case.

It aroused his pride and resentment.

- He would have been perfectly willing to explain his
theory to the inspector if the latter had not shown his
contempt for the American’s plan.

So Patsy replied:

‘When you are working up a case, inspector, do you

_ always tell everybody in advance just what the criminal is

going to do?”’
‘‘No, I don’t, but I generally have an idea myself; that

is, if I know who the criminal is, and in this case, I
don’t.’

_“T don’t know either, but I think I know what he’ll do.”’
The inspector with difficulty suppressed a smile.

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do what you please. I have no doubt that the bank will
reward you if you succeed in capturing the criminal.”’

‘‘See here,’’ interrupted Patsy, ‘‘I didn’t begin on this
case for the sake of a reward or fora detective’s fee
either; this is just play for me.”’

POR SIs Abe *

‘‘Yes, this is my vacation; I don’t know whether I’ll

capture your robber and murderer or not, but I’ll just go
you ore thing in the prophecy line.”’

““Well, what’s that?’’

‘Within twenty-four hours I'll tell you who did the
0b.

“That’s a large order, Mr. Murphy.”’

‘*T’ll fill it,’’ replied Patsy, confidently.

The inspector smiled and said:

“The English are a very frank people, Mr. Murphy, and
as an Englishman, I must say that your talk sounds very
much like American boasting.”’

‘(Well see whether it’s boasting or not,’’ returned Pat-
sy, ‘and I’ll go you one better on what I’ve already said.

‘“‘T’ll give you every chance to make use of my informa-
tion as fast as I get any.’’

‘It’s to be a race, is it?’’ asked the inspector.

‘‘Call it that if you like; I’m going to find this thief for
you. If you find him first, so much the better.”’

‘* All right, it’s understood. Leave word at the bank,
when you leave it, where we can find you.’’

The inspector went away, and’ Patsy returned to the
directors’ room and looked over the first editions of the
evening papers that had been laid upon the table,

He found that in each one of them was an advertise-
ment of the missing bank-notes.

He had been sitting there about half an hour when
Watkins came in.

‘‘Bee pardon, sir,’’ said Watkins, ‘‘but you’re working
on the Cae with the inspector, aren’t ee

“Tam.

‘A man has called here with one of the missing bank-
notes. What shall I do?’’

‘‘Send him in here and say I’m a director of the bank.’’

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THE INSPECTOR IS

Just after Watkins went out the chief inspector entered
the room.

‘Still here?’’ he asked, lightly.

“Still on deck,’’ returned Patsy.

‘‘Has anything happened?”

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‘“‘T didn’t suppose there had. ’’

“Something is going to paprets though.”’

‘‘What is it?’’

‘‘There you go again, asking me to prophesy.’’

‘‘Well, but you must know something about it.’’

“T know that a man has called with one of the notes
that the fake Ormsby took away this morning.”’

“‘Oh, ho! so soon?’’

‘“Yes, sooner than I expected by about fifteen minutes.”’

The inspector looked surprised.

‘‘You thought one of the notes would turn up then, did
you?”’

‘‘Yes, you bet I did.’’

‘‘What are you going to do about it.’’

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‘*Certainly not; I’m glad you’re here.’’

‘“This caller may know who I am.’’ ‘

** All the better, for he brought his Tneormation for you.’

‘*For me, Mr. Murphy?”

**Cert.””

‘*How do you know that?”’

“‘1’ll tell you later; maybe he’s waiting ye come in now,
and I think we have talked long enough to satisfy him
that we have been discussing his errand.’’

“You mystify me, Mr. Murphy.’’

‘*Sorry; I'll drop the case right here if you like, and you
can handie it in your own way.”’

**Oh, no, go ahead; Iam curious to see what will hap-
pen. 9 :

0) SATE right, then. .

veces touched a_ bell, end linea appeared at the
door.’

“IT saw the inspector oe in,’’ said a “and I
told the man to wait a little.’

“That's right, ”’ said Patsy, ‘‘show him in now.
inspector !’’

“Well?”’

“Dm a director of the Sank a.

**T understand.”’

A shabbily dressed old man came into the room and
sidled nervously up to the table at which Patsy sat.

I say,

The chief inspector took a chair on the opposite side of

the table, where he could watch the new-comer’s face.
‘‘My name is Jacob Hope, sir,’’ he said.

“Very well, Mr. Hope,’’ responded Patsy, ‘‘you havea

Bank of England note that you wish to speak with us

about?”’

‘*Yes, sir; two of them, in fact.’’

SS Ah tr?

‘*One hundred pounds each, sir.”’

Mr. Hope put his hands in his pockets and drew out a
greasy leather wallet.

‘““They are in here,’’ he said.

‘‘You needn’t produce them,’’ remarked Patsy, coolly.
- “JT don’t think we want them.”’

“But, sir,’’ protested Mr. Hope, ‘‘I was thinking that
perhaps the bank would redeem them, as I paid heavily
for them before the advertisement appeared in the even-
ing papers, and I didn’t know, therefore, that they had
been stolen.”’

‘As you admit that they are stolen property, you must
see Gloss that they belong to the bank anyway Mr.
Hope.”’

“Strictly speaking, yes, Sir, but under the circum-
stances, as these are only a part of what was stolen, I
thought you might be willing to pay for them, because
they might be of use to you as clews.”’

The detective smiled.

‘“We'll see about that, Mr. Hope; if you have any in-
formation that will help us to get on the track of the
robber, I assure you that you’ll not lose by it.”’

*<¥ will tell you all I know,’’ returned Mr. Hope.

“I expect you to. Now in the first pas Mr. Hope, you
are acquainted with Mr. Wallace Ormsby.”’

‘Yes, sir.’ /

‘You “alee known oe for a great many years,’

** Yes, sir.’

‘In your business as——

“Money changer, *? interrupted Mr. Hope.

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“Twas just ae to say in your business as money | Paris.”

| changer, you have occasionally had eoainnachions with Mr.

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“Yes, sir.?’

‘*He called on you this oe

AoE thonght it was Mr. Ormsby, sir.’

“Yes, you thought it was Mr. Ormsby, and this man
gave you two Bank of England notes making two hundred
pounds in all, and in return you gave him that value in
the money of some other country.’’

"Yes, sir; I gave him French money.’’

**IT see. He was oe to take a trip to France, was. he?”

‘*So he said, sir.’

‘*You had no suspicion that this man was not the real
Mr. Ormsby until you read the evening papers?”’

‘‘No, sir, none whatever.”

‘‘T¢ didn’t take you long, Mr. Hope, to find out that the
notes you accepted had been stolen?’’

“No, sir; it’s my habit to read the financial announce-
ments in all editions of the papers as fast as they appear.’
‘*A very wise habit. Now you may let me have those
notes, please. "”’
Mr. Hope hesitated.

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‘‘T gave French money for them,’’ he a Th il “to py ‘

their full value, minus the usual commission.’
“Those notes belong to the bank,’’ said Patsy, sternly.
‘“Yes, but——’’ began Mr. Hope.
‘‘Do you know this gentleman?’’ asked Patsy, pointing

to the chief inspector.

‘‘T have not the pleasure.”’

Patsy nodded slightly, and the chief inspector passed
one of his cards to the money changer.

‘Oh!’ he exclaimed, with a little gasp, ‘‘of course the
notes are yours, sir; you shall have them; I had no inten-
tion of keeping them.’’

With trembling hands, he laid two one-hundred pound
notes upon the table.

‘‘What is your place of business?’’ asked Patsy.

‘‘Charing Cross Plaza, sir.”’

‘What did this Mr. Ormsby do when he had received
the French money??’’

‘“‘He went into the station, sir.’’ °
‘‘Very good, Mr. Hope, that is all that we require of
you.’’ Da:

‘‘May I trust,’’ said the money changer, nervously,
“that if the bank profits by my information, I may re-
cover a part, at least, of the value of these notes? I sug-
gest half the amount under the circumstances.’

‘‘We will see about that later. I have assured you that

you will not suffer if your information proves to be cor- ~~

rect and of value.”’
Mr. Hope bowed extravagantly and left the room.
‘‘Have him shadowed,’’ said Patsy, in a low, quick voice
to the chief inspector.

The latter promptly left the room and returned ina

moment to say that he had put one of his best men on the ~

track of the money changer.

‘‘That’s good,’’ said Patsy; ‘‘now tell me what railway
enters at the Charing Cross station?”’

‘The London and South-Eastern.”’

“Ah! and where does it g0?”’

‘‘The main line goes to Dover.’

‘*T see.
Calais in France.’ ‘

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Do trains depart frequently for Dover—I mean trains
that make connection with French boats?’’

‘“‘There are several each day; the best train leaves at
four in the afternoon and arrives at Paris at midnight.”

Patsy fell to thinking, and after a moment the chief in-
spector said:

“TI must admit, Mr. Murphy, that so far your plan
has worked very well.

‘“There is no doubt that we have got on the track of the
robber.’”’

“*No doubt at all,’’ responded Patsy.

“My men,’’ continued the inspector, ‘‘are at your
service, if you wish assistance in carrying out any plan
for trapping this man before he leaves England, and for
making certain that he went to France.’’

‘“Thanks,’’.said Patsy, ‘‘I don’t require them for that
purpose. ’”’

“You feel satisfied, then, that he has started for Paris?”’

NO.”

‘‘What, then?”’

‘“‘He hasn’t started for Paris, and he isn’t going to
start.”’

The inspector opened his eyes.

‘““Why did he change all that money into French money,
then?”’

/ He didn’t.”’

It was the inspector’s turu to think ny and after a
moment he said:

“‘T will repeat what I said before, that you are at
liberty to do as you please, but I shall certainly take ad-
vantage of the information in hand, and have the police at
Dover ie the French officials also instructed ‘to watch for |
this man.’

‘‘T hope you will, for, of course, I may be mistaken.’’

‘‘Are you going to do anything further on it?’’ asked
the inspector.

“‘Oh, yes, I haven’t yet told you who the man is.”’

“*You’ve come pretty close to it.”’

‘‘But not close enough. I think Ill capture him for you
within twenty-four hours.”’

The chief inspector was a good deal nettled by this.

‘‘All right,’’ he ‘said, ‘‘so your own way; if you want
the assistance of Scotland Yard, of course, you shall have
it,

“‘T don’t think I] care for it, with one exception.”’

‘“What is that?’’

‘‘When will your man who is le wine Hope report to
you?”’

“He will send word to Scotland Yard just as soon as}

Hope has reached his place of business or any other place
where he seems likely to stay for two or three hours.’’
‘“‘Very good; with your permission, then, I will go to
Scotland Yard and wait for that report.”’
The chief assented, and they left the bank, Patsy to re-

turn at once to Scotland Yard and the chief to telegraph |

instructions to the police at Dover and to the officials
upon the French side of the Channel to look out for any
- suspicious man who might be the murderer they were
after |

 

CHAPTER IV.
AN INTERNATIONAL SCHEME.

Instead of going by underground train, Patsy took a
*bus in Threadneedle street and rode on the. a as far as

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Previous experience “had made hin somewhat as i
with this locality. *

He looked at the row of small shops that bordered the
plaza in front of the Charing Cross station, for the ae of
the money changer.

He observed that directly in front of the station was &.
money changing establishment that had evidently been
there for a great many years, for the sign was weather
beaten.

Most of the shops in the row Bocenced to have been long
established.

He had not more than half believed that Hone: was what
he pretended to be, but he found the man’s sign neverthe-
less.

It consisted simply of his name and was hung over one:
of the smallest shops in the row.

Patsy observed thatthe sign was brand-new, which
indicated, as he thought, that Mr. Hope had not been long:
in business in that locality.

The detective looked in at the glass door.

There appeared to be nobody inside, so he went to Scot—
land Yard, buying the latest editions of the evening
papers as he went.

The news of the murder and robbery had got abroad.

All the papers had more or less to say about it, and one:
of them contained a cut of Wallace Ormsby’s face.

At Scotland Yard, Patsy who was already known to
several of the officials, explained his connection with the
case, and asked to be informed as soon as any report
should come in as to the whereabouts of the money
changer.

Then he sat down and apparently read the papers for
the sake of passing time.

Asamatter of fact, he was putting in as hard study as:
he had ever spent on any case on which he was engaged.

He was determined to justify his confidence in his owm
method by obtaining success, and the fact that he was.
pitted against the detectives of Scotland Yard did more to:
make him anxious than the difficulties presented by the
case itself.

‘*I can’t be mistaken, * he thought; ‘I’m no judge of
men if that money changer isn’t a confederate of the mur-
derer.

‘“‘They knew that the bank-notes would be advonticed:
and the scheme is to persuade the police that the criminal
had gone to France.

“Now that country is too near by, and so are all the
other countries in Europe.
‘“‘What place would he be most likely to go to, then?
Certainly not to any of England’s colonies where the bank-

notes would be most likely recognized.

‘‘The most likely place for him is America, but in this
country America doesn’t mean necessarily the United
States. He may be going to Brazil, let’s see.”’

He turned to the advertisements of ocean steamships.

He found none sailing for Brazil advertised for several!
days.

“Tt isn’t likely,’’ thought Patsy, ‘‘that he would commit
this deed without making an rae attempt to leave
the c6untry.

‘*He can’t go to a for a long time. He probably can
get to North America.’

One of the swiftest of the Atlantic steamers was adver-
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«directly to the steamship dock was announced to leave
Waterloo station at four o’clock, P. M.

It was now two o’clock.

‘*Where is Waterloo station, I wonder,” thought Patsy.

As he walked across the room to consult a large map of
London hanging on the wall, it occurred to’ him that he
was doing detective work under difficulties; for he was
not only a foreigner, but utterly unfamiliar with the vast
gity in whichshe was making his investigation.

To his surprise and satisfaction, he found that Waterloo
station was but a short distance from Charing Cross.

The latter station is almost on the banks of the Thames,
and the trains issuing from it immediately cross the river.

Waterloo is on the south side, a few blocks distant from
the river. °

‘“Very convenient,’’? thought Patsy, ‘‘he can change
some of hissmoney into French notes near the place where
the train starts for Paris, and then skip across the river
dess than a mile, and take the train that carries iim to an
American steamer.

“T guess it will be a good plan to watch Waterloo
station, the difficulty being that I don’t know anything

about the real appearancs of the man I’m after.’’

While he was mentally discussing the case, one of the
officials came in to say that Jacob Hope had returned to
his place of business near Charing Cross station.

aM right,’’ said Patsy, “he'll probably hear from me
‘Soon.

He took with him the paper that contained the picture
of Mr. Ormsby.

Passing. again through Charing Cross Plaza, he saw

_. Jacob Hope within his shop.
He was apparently alone.

of persons going in and out of the station along both sides |

Of the Plaza.

Patsy stood on the curb near that station entrance,
watching those on the opposite side.

His attention was finally fixed by one man who paced
slowly from the Strand to the station and back again,
~ keeping always in motion, but never leaving the plaza.

““That’s probably the inspector’s shadow,’ thought
Patsy.

- He strolled over to the other side of the plaza, and
waited for the man to approach him on his next journey
up the sidewalk.

When he was close to him, Patsy said, in a low voice:

“*You are shadowing Jacob Hope.’’

The man started and looked at Patsy curiously.

*‘I’m onto the game you see,”’
I’m on the same lay myself.”’

‘‘What do you mean?” asked the man.
advantage of me.”

‘‘T know I have, and I want to keep it. Did the chief
tell you anything about an ea detective working
on this case?”’

Ves.’

““Well, I’m the man.’

-*“*How do I know?”’ began the Englishman.

“*Here’s the chief’s card, and here’s mine.’’ 6

‘The Englishman looked at them and responded:

“«T suppose it’s all right.”’

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*‘Seen his picture?”’

‘‘T saw a cut in the evening paper.’’

“T thought so. Now if you saw a man that looked like
that picture call at Jacob Hope’s office, you’d be apt to do

isomething, wouldn’t fou?’

‘Indeed I would. I should pull him.’

‘So I thought. What I have spoken i you for is this—
don’t do anything of that kind.”’

“What do you mean——”’

‘*Never mind what I mean. A man who looks like that
picture will call on Jacob, Hope in a few minutes.

‘‘Let him alone, unless you see him or somebody elso

raise his left hand with one finger up.”’

‘‘Very good, sir! What shall I do in that case?”’
~ “Youll know what to do. There will be no mistake
about that.’’

‘“Very good, sir!’’ said the Unelieuninn again, and Patsy
turned on his heel and went into the station.

The upper part of the station is used as a hotel.

Patsy engaged a room, went to it at once, and. made up
as Mr. Ormsby as near as he could, using the likeness in
the newspaper as a copy.

Then he went out and proceeded directly to Jacob Hope’s
place of business.

Hope was behind a small counter when Patsy ee
his head bent over an account- book.

He looked up as Patsy closed the door, and opened eyes
and mouth in astonishment. x

‘‘Isn’t that dangerous?’’ he asked.

“Safest thing I could do,”’ replied Patsy, modifying his
voice not in the hope of accidentally imitating the voice of
the murderer, but of showing to the money changer that
he was carrying out his disguise. 2

“Well, I shouldn’t think it was,’’ said Hope; “why,

here’s an evening paper with the picture of Ormsby in it.”’ -

‘I know it, and for that very reason, they’d ee me
to throw away the disguise. *

*“Nobody will ever suspect as long as I keep it on.

‘*Well, all I can say is, you’ve got nerve, Hee come

There was a constant stream. into the back room.’’

Patsy followed. the money changer into a sinail apart.
ment at the back. ©

‘You haven’t changed your plans, have you?’’ asked
Hope, as they sat down.

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‘‘Want your grip?’’

**Not yet.”’

‘*‘T suppose you want to know how the scheme worked
at the bank.’’

‘*Yes, that’s partly what I came for.”’

-“T think it’s all right.”’

The money changer was speaking in a quiet, confident
manner, wholly unlike the man who -had called with the
stolen notes at the Bank of Ceylon.

‘*He’s an old hand in the business,’’ thought Patsy.

‘“‘Do you suppose they informed the inspector?’’ he -

asked.

“No | need of it,’’ replied Hope, “the ‘inspector 7

there.’
ia you speak to him?”’

‘Oh, yes, and had a long chin with one of the direc-

tors.’

“Did they swallow the story?’’

‘Without doubt, and they kept the notes.’’

‘*Didn’t they make them good to you?”’

‘‘No, I suggested half the amount, but they wouldn’t
have it; said they would make it right with me if my in-
formation proved correct. ”’ 5

Hope grinned cunningly as he said this.

**Well, what did you do then?”’ asked Patsy.

“T staid in the neighborhood until I saw the inspector — co

go into a telegraph office.”’
*‘I don’t suppose you know what he telegraphed.”’ -
“I don’t need to.

man might reach Paris.”’

Patsy was trying through this conversation to lead the
man on toa statement as to where his” eecon Pe was
‘going, one also to a mention of his name. :

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He could not see just how to approach this when Hope!

‘*Have you bought your ticket for America?”’

‘*No,”’ replied Patsy, ‘‘I shall pay on the boat.’’

‘‘Good plan; you’re a sharp one, Riddle.’’

“‘T sha’n’t use that name,’’ said Patsy.

‘‘No, I suppose you won’t. How long. do you want me
to remain here?’’

“*That depends. ’’

‘‘Depends on how operations succeed in New York, I
suppose.”’

“Exactly, ’’ replied Patsy.

**Well,’’ said Hope, ‘‘I shall be glad to be out of this, but
it’s been a good investment. “Let me see. It cost me, all
told, including one month’s rent, fifteen pounds to set up

amounts to something like a hundred thousand, don’t it?’’ |

“Just about.”

“‘One-sixth of that,’’ continued Hope, ‘‘would give mea
very fair profit, but it seems a kind of a pity to have to
divide with the fellows in Ove York on work done in
Engtand.”’

‘“That was part of the bargain, wasn’t it?’’ asked Patsy,
indifferently.

He was intensely interested in Hope’s disclosures, for he

the Bank of Ceylon were crimes not limited in their effect
to England.

It seemed that he had. discovered an international
scheme for robbery.

‘“‘One sixth,’’ he thought;
six in the gang; Hope is one, Riddle another.
probably in New York.”’

After a moment of silence, Hope remarked:

7. shall be glad to see the old William. street dungeon |
once more.’

** Let’s see,
were there?”

Hope looked at him in surprise.

‘‘What are you talking about, Riddle?’’ he exclaimed;
“‘weren’t you figuring this morning that it was six months |
to a day since we began to plan for the Bank of Ceylon |
matter?”’

“So. L did,” ' responded Patsy. .‘‘Six months—that’s quite
a long time.’

“And the a is worth it, * said Hope. ‘‘I wonder what
Minot will say to it.’’

‘*He’ll be pleased,’’ answered Patsy, at a guess.

‘‘He ought to be, and I say, Riddle!’’

**Well?’’

**T think it’s about time you should start for your train.
It makes me nervous to have you here.”’

‘All right, I'l] go; where’s the grip?’’ /

‘‘Here it is; I’ve erased all the letters on it that showed

‘that means that there are
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‘““That’s eood. ie

-Tf-T were you, Riddle, I’d change that disguise.’’

Hope passed over the traveling bag which Patsy took.

Just then the outer door of the office opened.

‘‘Who’s that?’’ said Hope, and he pulled the door of the
inner office part way toward him and looked out.

Patsy looked over his shoulder.

Hope gave a _ low cry, started violently and turned upon
Patsy with both hands raised.

‘“You infernal impostor,’’ he began.

At the same instant, the man in the outer office caught
face, and turning about, made for the
door as fast as he could Zo,

* “That’s the real Riddle,’’ thought the detective.

He threw up his left and parried the attack that Hope

was making upon him, and with his right he dealt him a

Hope went down with a gaspand Patsy jumped over
him through the door into the outer office just as Riddle
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CHAPTER V.
A JOKE ON A CABMAN.

 

- Patsy saw his man turn toward the station.

When he laid his hand on the door he found that it was

_ locked.

The fleeing murderer had not locked it with a key, but
had touched the catch of a spring in the handle as he went
out.

Of course, it took Patsy but an instant to release the
spring from ‘the inside, and open the door, but that slight
delay gave Riddle a considerable advantage,

He was just entering the station when Patsy reached:

the sidewalk.
The detective looked acress the Plaza, and seeing the

Scotland Yard man standing on the opposite side, he

raised his left arm with one finger up.

The Englishman promptly started across on the run.

Patsy went up half way, exclaiming:

‘‘Arrest Hope!’’ and then dashed into the station.

A ticket inspector was just closing the gate to a plat-
form alongside of which was a train ready to start.

Patsy made. for that gate. Hesaw Riddle entering a
compartment of the rear carriage.

The engine whistled at the same moment and the train
promptly began to move.

“T must get that train!’’? exclaimed Patsy to the ticket
puncher.

‘*You can’t do it,’’ was the reply, and before the detec-
tive could vault over the gate and take the chance of
catching the train, two station employees had laid hold of
him.

To struggle with them and get away from them, might
have been possible for the Athletic American, but Patsy
saw that it would be energy wasted.

The train gained rapid headway, and it would have been
impossible for him to overtake it.

He felt the Aitterest disappointment, although he had
learned the name of the murderer, and had discovered an
‘accomplice who would be arrested if the Scotland Yard

iman did his duty.

Yet he felt that it would have been a glorious triumph
to have captured Riddle himself, and taken him to the

nearest police station.

He supposed that the train drawing out of the station

was bound for Dover, and that Riddle would embark there
for France unless he was intercepted by the chief inspec-
tor’s man, in which case Scotland Yard would have all the
glory of success.

‘*The chief inspector will have the laugh on me,’’
thought Patsy, bitterly, ‘“‘because I said the man wouldn’t
go to France.’

‘““You’re in too much of a hurry, sir,
ticket puncher.

‘“‘That’s all right,’’ returned Patsy, angrily, ‘‘I havea
right to be, haven’t I?”’

‘You haven’t any right to go for a train without a
ticket.’

‘*Perhaps not.
way?’

The ticket accor looked at him in amazement.’

‘“You’re a good one,’’ he exclaimed; ‘‘in a hurry to take
the train and don’t know where it’s going. There’s some-
thing wrong about you, I think.’’

The railway employees had released Patsy, and unwill-
ing to anger them into delaying him further, he changed
his manner and passed the matter off as a joke.

‘‘T was only having a race with a friend,’’ he said, ‘‘and

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remarked the

Say, where is that train going to any-

| he’s beaten me, that’s all.”’

He. was so good-natured about it that the ticket inspec-
tor was favorably impressed with him.

‘‘A race, eh?’’? he said. ‘‘You’d still have a chance to
beat him if it was only to Cannon street. ”’

‘‘How?’’ asked Patsy, wondering where Cannon street.
was.

‘‘By the underground, sir,’’ replied the ticket puncher.

“‘This train, like as not will be halted at London Bridge °

some minutes, and if you’re in luck you can get to the
Cannon street station by the underground railway ahead

of it. a

‘Doesn't the-train go farther than Cannon ee
asked Patsy.

‘‘No, sir, of course not.”’

All right, then, Ill try. for it.’’

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felt that he was in great luck when he made close connec-
. tion with a train bound for the city.

When he got out at Cannon street, he lost half a minute
or so by the confusion arising from the fact that Cannon
street High Level station, as the English call it, is in the
same building as the underground station.

As soon as he had found the right place he inquired his
‘way to the platform where trains from Charing Cross
arrived.

An empty train stood there.

The gateman told him that it had just come in.

*‘How long ago?’’ asked Patsy.

‘*Less than a minute.”’

‘Ts that the train,’’ he asked, ‘‘that left Charing Cross
at five minates past three?” °

‘“That’s the one,’’ replied the station official.

Patsy went out to the street and stood on the curbstons,
thinking.

He never cared to be Alone when he was debating the
hard problems of a case.

It seemed to him that his mind was more active if he
was where he could see a great deal of movement.

He was half conscious of what was going on around him
while he thought out the situation.

‘T’ve done enough,’’ he mused, ‘‘to make good my first
bluff with the inspector.

‘*The man’s name is Riddle, and if his accomplice, Hope,
isn’t arrested, it isn’t my fault.

‘“The question now is whether I shall try to run down
Riddle in London single-handed, or report his name and
the facts to Scotland Yard and drop the matter.”’

Patsy remembered his second bluff to the inspector, that
he thought he would have the man a Pence within
twenty- four hours.

‘“Guess I was talking through my hat when I said that,’’
he thought, ‘‘for I'll admit to myself that I don’t see now
how I am going to take him with all this big city for him
to hide in.

‘It'll just break my heart not to do it, though, and Iam
going to try for it.”’

Having decided not to notify Scotland Yard as yet as to
the name of the murderer, he was about to return. to
Charing Cross, when the driver of a hansom cab that was
slowly proceeding along the street, hailed him.

‘*There’s a gentleman just around the next corner,’’ said
the driver, ‘‘who wants to see you, and he asked me to
take you to him,’’

‘Is that so?”’ responded Patsy, blankly.

**Yes, sir, he was in a good deal of a hurry, and said if
you would jump into the cab, he’d’ see you for just a
minute, and then I could bring you back here, sir.”’

“‘This is funny,’’ thought Patsy. ‘‘I wonder what’s the
racket?’’ :

Then it occurred to him that he still wore the disguise
which he had made up in imitation of Wallace Ormsby.

It was possible that he had been mistaken for that
gentleman.

‘Pll chance a joke on the cabby, anyhow,’’ he thought,
and said aloud:

‘Allright, take me along, and when I’m through with
this gentleman, you may drive me to Charing Cross.’’

‘*Very good, sir,’’ replied. the cabman, and Patsy saw
that he looked immensely pleased over something.

As soon as he was in the cab, the driver whipped 1p,
_and the vehicle started off at a very rapid pace.

It speedily passed the next corner, but didn’t stop there.

The detective was not surprised at this. He made up his
mind quickly that the gentleman who wished to see him
was a fake.

He noticed, too, that the driver took pains to turn into
\ the streets that were not crowded with carriages, going,
* therefore, ina roundabout way, but in such a way that
he could keep his horse at a trot all the time.

‘‘He thinks I won’t dare to jump out,’’ thought Patsy,
‘“while the horse is in motion.

‘*He’s right; I wouldn’t jump out even if the horse came

to a’ stop.”
He had already begun to remove ve, Ormsby make up,

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‘Hope he isn’t going too far, because I really do ane
to get to Charing Cross before very long.”’
Presently the driver stopped in front of a police station,

and two officers to whom he beckoned came quickly down.

the steps and stood beside the cab.

They looked in at Patsy and then up at the driver.

‘"Well,’’ said one of them, ‘‘what is it?’’

He was looking at Patsy.

‘“‘T haven’t the slightest idea, ’’ replied the detective. ©
asked the man to drive me to Charing Cross.
place?”’

‘‘Of course it isn’t. What's up, cabby?”’

The driver had been arene Slere to the other police-.
man.

They were not aadbidocn, so he pent down his head.
and‘ whispered to them. ;

‘*You don’t say so!’’ one of the officers exclaimed.

Both then turned to Patsy, and one of them told* him to.
get out.

‘‘Certainly,’’ he said, ‘‘anything to oblige you.”’

He stepped out upon the sidewalk and turned his face
toward the driver.

The latter was on the broad grin, but when he saw the

detective he nearly fell off his perch in amazement.
‘‘What’s the matter?’’ asked one of the officers.

‘That isn’t the man I thought ’twas,”’ replied the driver:

faintly.

“Guess it must be my turn to ask questions,’’ said ~

Patsy, putting on a nasal drawl so that the policemen
should know to a certainty that he was an American.

““What do you mean any how by bringing me toa police:
station?’’

Ud thought you was a man,’’ replied the driver, very
much crestfallen, “that I took from the Bank of Ceylon.
this morning to Charing Cross.”’

‘‘Guess not,’’ retorted Patsy; ‘‘I never saw you before.’”

‘*Didn’t you get on just now in Cannon street?’’ asked.
the driver.

‘“Yes, I did.”’

‘Then what became cf the other fellow?’’

‘“You mean the chap with the red and gray side whis-.
kers?”’

‘Ves, that’s him.’

“Why, he apace into your cab at one side and out at:
the other.

‘‘T heard him say Charing Cross, and as that was where:
I wanted to go, I kinder thought ld take his place so you.

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The policemen began to laugh.

‘‘Well, blast my eyes,’
saw nothink like it.”

‘*Who did you think you’d got, cabby?’’ asked one of
the officers.

““Why,’’ returned cabby, preparing to go on again as
Patsy re-entered the cab, ‘‘I seen the picture of this ’ere
Ormsby in the evening papers, ’im as was supposed to be
murdered by a man who looked exactly like ’im.”’

*‘Oh,’’ interrupted the officer, ‘‘you’re the cabby who
drove the murderer this morning from the Bank of Cey-
lon, are you?’’

“Veg, and I thought I had the same man. In fact, I
know I saw ’im in Cannon street, but he slipped away
from me as this gentleman says. I was trying to help
arrest him.”’

‘‘Better try again, cabby,’’ laughed one of the officers.

The other took the matter more seriously.

‘‘If he saw the man,’ he said, ‘‘it’s hardly probable that —__

he was mistaken. The sergeant ought to know about it.”’

There was a little delay while the matter was being re» _
ported to the sergeant within the station, and after that 1S

Patsy was allowed to proceed.

‘“This may do some good, any how,’’ he thought, “for.
Riddle probably did get off that train in Cannon street,
and therefore might be in this district. If the police scour

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‘Where to, sir?’’

“The station,’’ replied Patsy.

The cab went up one side of the Plaza and stoped.

Patsy stood up and pushed open the trap.

‘‘Drive to Scotland Yard,’’ he said.

Greatly surprised, the cabman whipped up, and a mo-
ment later they were again upon the Strand..

Patsy had been continuing his study of the case on the
way to Charing Cross.

He had reasoned that Riddle having left his grip in
Hope’s place would be likely to return there for it in spite
of the danger such a proceeding would involve.

‘“There’s no other place for him to go in the city,”’
_ thought the detective, ‘‘where there’s any possibility of
“his getting the stuff he stole.

‘‘He knows he See me, but he may not know that
Hope was arrested.

**He ’s good at Gardin. The place to watch for him,
therefore, is in Hope’s shop.’’

This was so clear to Patsy that it was with nothing
short of disgust that he saw three policemen in uniform
on guard before Hope’s office as he drove through the
Charing Cross station.

“Scotland Yard,’’ he reflected, ‘‘has done the very best
it could to keep Riddle out of its way.’’

‘When he arrived at the Yard he found the chief in-
spector waiting for him.

““Well, Mr. Murphy,’’ said the chief, ‘‘we have arrested
Hope at your request, and I’m not saying that it wasn’t
the right thing to do, but of course he: protests his inno-
cence,”’

Patsy was tempted to retort, but he kept his temper
when he remembered that the inspector as yet knew noth-
ing about Riddle, or what Patsy had learned during his
conversation with Hope.

‘‘You’ve no objection, have you?”’ he asked, ‘‘to holding |

Hope until to-morrow morning?”’

““Not the slightest. ’’

*“*Then hold him.”’

‘‘Have you got evidence against him:’

**T should say I have.”’

“What is it?’’

“Tt would take too long to repeat the talk I had with
him now, and there is no time to lose.’’

tak appreciate that, Mr. Murphy, if you’re still at work
on the case.

“Of course lam; Idon’t dropa thing until I’m done
with it.”

Well, Js there anything we can do for you?’?

“Yes.”

ulend is it?’’

‘Call off your men from Hope’s place of business.’’

The inspector stared.
_..4*Was the shop left just as you found it?’’ asked Patsy,

without waiting for him to reply.

“Hxactly.’”’

“‘Nothing taken away from it?’’

‘‘Nothing except the man.”’

‘Did your man see the grip lying on the floor?”’

‘*T think not; if he did, he made no mention of it,"’

“Well, I hope it’s all right. a

“What grip: was it?”’ asked the inspector.

““Ormsby’s.’

“‘Great Scott! we want that for evidence.’’

‘‘Yes, but you want it for something better than evi-
dence. ”’

“Why?”

‘*Tt has the stolen property in it.’’

‘*Are you sure?’’ cried the inspector.

‘‘T am sure it had a little more than an hour ago.’

*‘T must send for it.”’

‘‘No, don’t; that is, not yet.”’

‘““What do you want to do?”’

“‘T want to go there and run the business.

' “Tet me see Hope for five minutes, and then in about
half an hour send a couple of men in citizen’ s clothes for
the grip. Isha’n’t give it to them——”’

‘‘Why should I send for it, then?’’ interrupted the in-
spector, sharply. -
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‘‘But Ill give them what there is in it; see???

**T begin to,’’ said the inspector.

A moment later Jacob Hope was shown into the room.
He did not recognize Patsy.

He was very sullen and refused to answer when ad-
dressed.

This did not disturb Patsy at all, for the man had
already told him nearly as much as he wished to know.

He quietly produced his make-up materials, and in less
than five minutes had counterfeited Hope’s face exactly.

“That will do,’’ he said, ‘‘except that I want your coat.”’

Hope removed his coat without a word and Patsy put it
on.

‘‘Well,’’? said the chief, ‘‘if I hadn’t kept my eyes on
you, I should hardly know which man to take back to eS
cell.”’

Patsy smiled and replied:

‘“‘Now give me a letter so thatI can send your men
away from Charing Cross.”’

The chief complied, and shortly after Patsy presented a
note to the policemen who had charge of Hope’s place of
business.

They were considerably astonished to see him, but of
course there was no disobeying or criticising the chief’s
orders which were plain enough.

They accordinlgy permitted him to enter, and then
withdrew.

Patsy’s first thought was for the grip.

He went into the back room and at first failed to see it.

He found it presently, however, under some rubbish in
the closet.

He learned later that when the policeman whom he had
ordered to arrest Hope, went in, he found the money
changer apparently much disturbed over the sudden exit
of the two men who had just run toward the station.

Hope had had time to conceal the bag and was really
surprised at his arrest, for he had supposed that Patsy,
who had passed himself off as Riddle, was the only de-
tective who had discovered the money changer’ s scheme.

At present it was enough for Patsy that he had found
the grip.

It was locked, and he had 1 no key, and his pick-lock was
of no use to him, owing to the peculiar construction of the
bag; nevertheless, after a few minutes of patient labor
with his pocket-knife and a slender skeleton key some-
what like a button-hook, he had the bag open.

He was greatly pleased to find as he had expected, that
every note and bond stolen that morning from the Bank
of Ceylon was init, with the exception of the two one
hundred pound notes, that Hope had taken back to the
bank.

He removed all the bank’s property and did it upin
small parcels that could be conveniently placed in pockets.

These he laid upon a shelf in a closet.

Then he took newspapers and two or three old books
that were lying about and filled the grip with them.

This done, he closed it, and the lock acting by a spring,
it was in appearance just as he had found it.

‘Now I guess I’m ready for callers,’’ he thought.

He had not long to wait before a gentleman entered and
asked to have a thousand dollars in American money’
changed into English gold.

““Whew!’’ thought Patsy, ‘‘T wonder what Hope would |
have done if he’d been here.’

“He tried the various drawers back Of the counter. Most
of ae were locked.

Those that were open contained mite of value.

‘*T don’t believe I can accommodate you,’’ he said to the
customer.

“Riverybody’s been asking for English money to-day,
and I haven’t got as much gold as that at command,”’

The stranger looked disappointed.

Patsy watched him sharply, suspecting that he might
be an ally of Riddle of whom he bad not yet heard.

He knew that it could not be Riddle himself, for ‘hs
man was at least four inches taller.

“I. can give you notes for it,’’ suggested Patsy.

“All right,” eG the stranger, ‘‘I’d rather have that oo
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the customer the full value of his greenbacks in English |
money.

He came near forgetting ‘to subtract his commission for
the exchange, but remembered just in time, and the
stranger did not notice his hesitation.

“There, ” thought Patsy, as the customer went out, 1
feel quite like a business man, and I think I’ve earned my
commission, too.”’

CHAPTER VII.
A CHASE AFTER A BAG.

The detective hoped he would have no more customers,
and in this matter he was not disappointed.

No one came in to disturb him, and he waited with
growing wonder for the chief’s men to come from Scot-
land Yard and take away the contents of the grip.

‘“There must be some misunderstanding,’’ he thought.
‘‘T don’t expect Riddle to turn up very soon, but if he
should, I should hate to leave that boodle lying on the
shelf unprotected. 2

It had begun to grow dark, for the day was very
cloudy, and the atmosphere of London unusually thick,
even for that city. ;

Patsy was getting anxious.

He knew that he had done a big thing in recovering all
the stolen property and arresting an accomplice of the
murderer, but as usual he could not be content pious
carrying his work to absolute completion.

That could not be done without the capture of Riddle.

At last he went to the closet and transferred all the
notes and bonds that had been in the grip to his own
pockets.

Hardly had he done this, than he heard the outer door
open. He hurried into the front office.

The chief inspector stood there, leaning against the
counter.

““Well,’’ said Patsy, a little impatiently.

‘*Did you expect to see me earlier?’’ inquired the dhict.

‘‘l expected to see somebody more than two hours ago,”’
replied Patsy.

‘“Well, I’m here now, so I don’t suppose it matters. ’’

**No, I guess not,’’ answered Patsy, leaning upon the
counter carelessly.

“I don’t suppose your man has come yet, has he?’’ asked
the chief.

‘“You mean the murderer?”’

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**No, he hasn’t been here.’

“You are going to wait a him???

Ves: |

**You are sure he’ll come?”’

‘*Wouldn’t wait if I wasn’t.’’

‘All right, then, I'll take the grip, and you cart wait.
Shall I send in some supper for you?”’

NO? said Patsy, thoughtfully, ‘‘guess I don’t want
any supper.’

There was a slight pause, during which Ratsy remained
motionless.

‘‘Well, I'll take the grip,’’ remarked the inspector, a
little sharply.

‘Oh,’ said Patsy, as if he suddenty. remembered somé-
thing. ‘‘You want the grip, do you?”

chat s what I came for.’’

Patsy walked to the back room, thinking very hard.

He held the grip in his hand for just a moment doubt-}

fully, and then returned, and instead of going to the back
of the counter, went down in front of it, and Dee ib to
the inspector.
. “There it is,’’ he said.
' “Everything inside is. all right, I suppose,’ said the in-
gspector, weighing it in his hand.
“7 guess ’tis,’’? responded Patsy.
*‘All right, when you get your man, let me know.’’
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away Patsy sprung the latch of the front door, stepped
out, closed it after uk and followed the inspector to the
street.

““That’s the last, > he thought, ‘‘that I expect to see of
the inside of Jacob Hope’ s place of business.’” —

As he went down toward the Strand he rapidly modified -
his disguise, no one moticins in the oe what he was
about.

He had kept the form of the inspector in view and saw
him turn to the right instead of to the left, which way he
should have taken if he had been going to Scotland Yard.

Patsy followed.

The inspector walked to the Sten. which he entered.

‘‘Perhaps he’s. going to takea train for France, after ©
all,’’ thought Patsy.

From the very moment when- he had seen the form of
the chief inspector leaning against the counter, he had
suspected that his caller was not the chief.

He was certain of it when the caller demanded the grip,
for he had made it perfectly clear to the chief that the.
grip should not be carried through the streets.

Of course the caller could be no other than Riddle him-
self.

Patsy could have arrested “whim at any moment, but he
refrained from doing so, because he thought that the man
had other accomplices. :

‘If he hadn’t,’’ reflected Patsy, ‘Show would
formation enough to try to play this dodge on m

It was in the hope that Riddle would go direc
of his accomplices and thus bring about their ar
Patsy allowed him to depart unmolested.

The man who was playing the part of chief i. ector
seemed in no hurry when once he was inside the station.

He strolled up and down the busy platform, looking |
around as if he were waiting for somebody.

Patsy kept him in view without difficulty.

It was hardly necessary for the detective to stir; and.
while he was standing in front of a news-stand, two men

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to one
eS that

‘approached to buy papers.

““Did you see that fellow with. the grip- -sack in his
hand?’’ asked. one.

‘“Where?’’ returned the other.

‘‘Right over by the second track. He’s wale slowly
along; see him??’’

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“Don’t suppose you know who he is, do you?”’

‘*No, who is he?’’

“He! s the chief of England’s detective force. ee

“Great Scott! is that so?’’

“Sure; I’ve seen him often in court.’’

“Well, well, I wonder what he’s doing here.”’

‘‘No one knows but himself, of course, but I presume
some fellow who wants to take a train pretty soon won t
be allowed to do so.’

The men bought their papers and passed on. ;

Their conversation interested Patsy as showing how per-
fect Riddle’s disguise was.

“It’s probably a part of his plan,’’ he thought, ‘to show
himself in this way for a time, for if he went away ina
hurry and dropped his disguise, somebody might get onto

him.’

For several minutes more the bogus chief strolled slowly
up and down.
Two or three trains departed, and the station then be-

| came comparatively empty.

There were still people passing in and out, but they were
very few, and none of them remained near the platform.

Then the bogus chief went down the east platform to-—
ward the river end of the building.

Patsy supposed that he was going to make his exit to

the street by a stair-way that he remembered seeing some- =

where along that side of the building.

Before he came to the stair-way, however, the bogus
chief beckoned. to a policeman in uniform who was ap-
proaching him.

The policeman responded with a respectful salute and
promptly drew near.

They then engaged in conyersation which ae detective
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the bogus chief might suspect something, so he stood near.
the door to the restaurant.

Two gentlemen met Na in front of him while he was
standing there.

‘*Fello, Tom, said one; “I thought you had started
for America.’

‘So I have,’’ replied the other laughing.

‘““Well, but you’re not going by the Southampton boat,
are you?”’

‘*Oh, yes, I am.’’

“But the train started at four o’clock.”’

-  *That’s where you are wrong. The train was scheduled
to start at that hour, but something or other happened at
the dock to delay the departure of the ship. —

‘‘Word was telegraphed here and the train was held
back.”’

‘‘Oh, I see, and when does she start, then?”

‘* At nine o’clock. 1 shall go over to the Waterloo station
in a short time now.’

‘‘Well, good-by again and good luck to you.”’

‘it’s good luck to me,’’ thought Patsy, ‘‘that I heard
that conversation, for it probably shows what Riddle in-
tends to do.

‘‘He thinks he’s got a bag full of money, and he’ll un-
doubtedly try to catch that train at Waterloo and carry
out that plan of going to America.’’

He had not taken his eyes off the bogus chief and the
policeman while listening to the two strangers.

To his great surprise he saw the chief hand the bag to
the policeman.

He took it, touched his helmet in salute, and started off
toward the Strand.

Then Patsy did a very strange thing.

He dashed out from the dark door-way where he had
been standing, rushed upon the policeman, struck him on
the chest, not violently enough to hurt him, but suffi-
‘ciently so to knock the wind out of him, tripped him at

- the same time so that he fell sprawling upon the platform,

and seizing the grip in his hand he set out as fast as he
could run toward the river.

 It’san extraordinary thing for a detective to attack a
policeman.

If Patsy had had time to put his thoughts into words, he
would have said:

‘“This- policeman ‘may be a genuine officer, and he may
be an accomplice of Riddle’s.

“Tf he is a genuine officer, it means that Riddle has some
plan for taking that bag away from him again by violence.

“Tf he is an accomplice, the bag has been given to him |-

in order to deceive another detective who may be watch-
in

“The one way to find out about these men and keep
them together is to lead them a chase with the bag.”’

Of course if Patsy had taken time to think all this out,
he never could have carried his plan into’effect.

As usual with him, his thoughts came like a flash, and
he saw the whole situation at a single glance.

As he expected, he heard the sound of pursuing steps
behind him.

Two men at least had given chase.

He turned down the first stair-way that he came to, ex-
pecting that it would lead to the street.

It was his plan to halt just before he came to the
bottom, permit. his two pursuers to overtake him, and by
tripping or puny se upsetting them, effect the capture of
both.”

He found, to his surprise, that the stair-way did not lead

to the street or anywhere near it.
It was a short flight that ended upon what appeared to
“be a balcony on the outside of the building.

Seeing that his plan for the capture of these two men
was thus upset, he ran on at full speed, trying to think
out some other course.

A glance over his shoulder showed him that the bogus
chief was running after him only two or three rods _ be-

hind, and that a little way behind him was the policeman.

What Patsy supposed to be a balcony was realiy the ap-
proach to a .footbridge that crosses the Thames alongside

the railway tracks.
There was no getting’ down to the street level, GE

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‘He saw this after he had gone a short distance, and as

| there were afew pedestrians upon the bridge going in

both directions, he concluded to permit the chase to keep
up if the pursuers would only follow that far until they
had come to the other side.

He feared that if he should stop to attempt a capture
upon the bridge itself, there might be interference on the
part of the pedestrians, who not understanding what was
going on might help the criminal instead of himself.

There was danger, of course, that he might be inter-.
rupted at any moment during the run, but neither of his
pursuers called out and the result was that he crossed the
bridge, passing and overtaking men so quickly that even
if they had chosen to interfere, they could not have done
so successfully. vO

Arrived at the other side, he hurried down the first
flight of stairs he came to.

He was gratified to see that both his pursuers had kept
up and had gained on him slightly.

Again his plan to stop and effect a capture near the
bottom of the stairs was spoiled.

Several persons had begun to climb up just at the mo-
ment when he reached the bottom.

Another plan instantly suggested itself to him.

He dashed past these people and turned toward the
river, which was but a few feet away.

He purposely went slower so that just as he reached the

‘stone embankment the bogus chief was almost upon him.

The policeman, too, was but a rod or so behind, and
back of him the detective could see several men who had
been attracted py the excitement and had joined the chase.

Patsy raised his arms and threw the grip as far as he
could into the stream.

Without a word, the bogus chief ran straight to the edge
of the embankment and jumped in after it.

CHAPTER VIII.
FIGHTING IN THE WATER.

Patsy laughed.

‘‘Same old luck,’’ he thought. ‘‘Now for the next man.’’

The policeman had half halted when he saw the chief
jump into the water.

It was evident that he hardly knew what course to take,
and before he recovered from his surprise, Patsy attacked
him.

The detective knew that he must overpower the officer
whether he were a genuine policeman or not, before any
of the pursuing crowd should arrive at the embankment.

He tried the same trick by which he had downed the
man in the Charing Cross station, but his blow was warded.
off and he only succeeded in making the officer stagger.

It was a slight advantage, however, and Patsy promptly
followed it up.

Before the policeman had recovered his balance suffi-
ciently to strike with any effect, Patsy ducked and caught
him by both ankles.

He gave thema violent jerk, with the result that the
man fell heavily to the ground.

He had no more than measured his length there before
Patsy had sprung fis American handcuffs on his wrists.

The crowd of curiosity seekers was now but afew yards
away.

Among them the detective distinguished another form
in policeman’s uniform.

“Tf I stop to explain anything,’’ he thought, ‘“‘I shall
lose Riddle.’”’

He was certain that this second. policeman was genuine,
and it was just as necessary to escape him as it would
have been if the detective himself were a criminal.

Accordingly he sprang up and away from the officer
whom he had handcuffed and ran along the bank a short
distance.

He had seen a float moored at that point when he threw
the bag into the water.

Several row-boats were tied to this float.

. Patsy now jumped down upon it, just escaping the
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He ran across the float and saw that one of therow-boats

was tied by a rope.

_ He drew his pocket-knife and cut the rope at a single |

slash.
The policeman had already jumped from the embank-

- ment upon the float.

Patsy sprang into the boat and pushed off.
He immediately lay down upon his stomach.

A pistol-shot from the bank, and the whistling of a ball
over his head, showed him that he had done well to take
this precaution,

The policeman fad fired at him. :

Patsy lay still for a moment‘and then peered over the
gunwale.

The current was running very strong toward the west,
showing that the tide was coming in. \

His boat had floated several yards from the shore.

He saw that the policeman was hurrying back to the

embankment, where his supposed brother officer was str-
rounded by a crowd.

MN They re all right,’’ thought Patsy.
with the bag.”’

There were no oars in the boat, but that didn’t trouble
him.

He ripped off one of the middle seats, and with a couple
of vigorous kicks, split it in two pieces, one of which he
used for a paddle.

Before attempting to guide his boat with it, however, he
studied the current.

He saw that it was impossible for any man burdened
with clothing and a heavy grip-sack to swim against it.

The only way Riddle could take, however, was to swim
with the current until he should come to some convenient
landing-place.

The detective looked up the river to see if any probable
landing-places were in sight.

Just ahead of him were the dark arches of the Charing
Cross bridge.

A moment more, and he would be under them.

He was even now in their shadow, and without hesiéa-

tion he steered his boat toward the south end of the
bridge, where the shadow was darkest.
_ He made as little noise as possible with his crude pad-
dle, and presently could distinguish a rod or two ahead of
him the piles of a pier which jutted into the water directly
under that end of the bridge.

If it had been high tide, these piles would have been
wholly under water.

‘“That’s a good place to hide,”’ thought Patsy.

He crouched low down in his boat and allowed. it to float
for a moment without guidance.

He saw to his satisfaction that the Ganent took it
directly toward the piles.

‘‘That’s where the current would have taken Riddle,”’
he reflected.

‘‘Forty to one it’s where the current did take him.”’

When the boat bumped against one of the piles and

swung about so that it caught another and thus came to a
stand-still, he cautiously produced his pocket-lantern, and
crouching down, shot its rays in under the pier.

Almost instantly it disclosed the figure of a man partly
in the water far back among the piles.

In the same instant the man raised his arm.

Patsy saw the gleam of a revolver barrel, and ducked
his head.

Then he heard the click of the falling hammer, but
there was no report.

The revolver had either been improperly loaded or the
water had soaked the charge so that it failed to go off.

That decided Patsy’s course.

He slipped over the side of the boat into the water,
which he found to be about waist high at that point.

He replaced the lantern in his pocket and waded directly
~ toward the place where he had seen the criminal.

Seeing that his revolver was useless, the criminal pre-
pared to make a fight for it.

Patsy heard him making toward him through the water.
# In a moment they had grappled one another, and a
furious struggle followed.
What Patsy feared most was s that Riddle would gota a

| stip epee oe eS |

‘‘Now for the man

 

His efforts i prevent this at fires made a seem as if ao i :

Riddle were overcoming him.
After a moment, however, Patsy managed. to get ina.
heavy blow upon the man’s chest.

The advantage he gained by this enabled him to draw

his own revolver, which he used asa club. —

It still took considerable maneuvering before ‘the was
able to get in a blow that rendered Riddle senseless.

This he did at last.

The criminal sank down, and if he had been let alone,
he would have gone beneath the surface and drowned.

Patsy laid hold of his coat collar, and as soon as he had
found the grip, which had been tucked between two piles
near the land, he dragged Riddle with one hand and car- '
ried the grip with the other toward that part of the em-
bankment where he had had the encounter with the police-
man,

There was now no further need for him to avoid law
officers, and he accordingly shouted for assistance.

A rope was thrown to him, and’ he and his prisoner
were dragged on land.
It proved, when everything had been reported to Scot- —
land Yard, that the policeman to whom the bogus chief
had given ‘the bag was an attendant at the Yard, who had
but recently been employed there.
He was a confederate of Riddle’s whose service to ihe
murderer was to consist in spying upon the movements of

the English detectives.

The attendant had not heard or learned Patsy’s plan to
have the contents of the grip removed, but he had over-
heard the chief say that he had no confidence in the
American’s ideas. It was the chief’s intention, after allow-
ing Patsy several hours in which to wait for the murderer
to turn up, to go to Charing Cross with a squad of officers
and again take charge of Hope’s place of business.

When the attendant heard this he reported it to Riddle,
whom he, of course, knew where to find, and the result
was the scheme to personate the chief and so get posses-
sion of the grip.

Neither Riddle nor Hope could be induced to make any
confession concerning their operations.

How Patsy succeeded with their confederates in ‘America
is told in ‘‘Patsy at Home Again; Or, A Chase Up and
Down the Palisades. ’’

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. 189—-THE TRAMP’S PASSWORD ; or, Two Great Viniains RuN
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. 190—A CRIME BY TELEPHONE; or, In Two Puaces at ONE
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.191—THE DOCTOR’S DANGEROUS EXPERIMENT ; or, Nick

Carter’s Fryine. ‘Ir to New Orieans. By the Author of }

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. 192—THE HOLE IN THE BANK ; on, Nick Carter's CAMPAIGN

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. 1983—THE CIPHER LETTER ; or, Nick Carter's [ron NERVE.

By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

. 194— SAVED FROM THE FLAMES; or, Nick Carrer at M rstic

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. 195—THE MYSTERY OF THE. YELLOW CAB; or, A Lirtie

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. 196—THE MAN WITH THE BIG HEAD; orn, WHo Oprenuy THE
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. 197--RUN DOWN IN TORONTO: on, Nick Carter’s Work FOR A

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. 198. THE WIZARD OF THE CUE; or, Nick C ARTER AND THE

Poot Room Cask. By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.’

. 199—A SWINDLER IN PETTICOATS; or, Nick oC ARTER’S PRETTY

Prisoner. By the Author of “Nick Carter.’

900—NICK CARTER’S QUICK WORK ; on, A QuErENn or Coun- |

TERFEITERS, By the Author of “Nick Carter.”

201 BLACK MAILED FOR THOUSANDS; on, Tue Facrs in THE
Famous Forp. Porsontnc Cass. By the Author of ‘Nick
Carter.”’

. 202—A MILLION DOLLAR CHECK; or, Tue Lirrir Giant

at Work, By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

. 2083—NICK CARTER’S NAME AT STAKE; or, Arrur ‘THE

Sunser Crry SHarpers. By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

. 204—NICK CARTER IN PHILADELPHIA; or, Tue Nicut

HawWES OF THE QUAKER City. By the Author of “Nick Jarter.’

. 205—A CONFESSION BY MISTAKE; or, A Hetprne Hanp To

an Unwitiine Prisonpr. By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

. 206—OLD THUNDERBOLT LOCOMOTIVE ; on, Tur Packacs

In THE Mipnicut Marz. By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

. 207—NICK CARTER’S DOUBLE HEADER; on, THe Ins anp

Outs oF Aa Boston Sensation. By the Author of ‘‘Nick

Carter.”

, 208—NICK CARTER BEFORE THE MAST; or, A Sua Mysrury.

By the Author of ‘Nick Carter.”

. 209.—THE TYBURN T; or, Nick Carter anp tHE Bopy-

Snatcuers. By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

910.—A MAN WITH FOUR - IDENTITIES; on, Far Larrtiz

Giant's GREATEST PropieM,, By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

. 211.—FROM HOTEL TO PRISON. CELL; or, A’ Onriiat,
Guose TrRoTTER’s USELESS Bripe. By the Author of ‘‘Nick
Carter.”

, 212. _NICK..CARTER’S mae EK GAME; or, Tue Grose OF

{AVENSwooD Houss. By the Author of ‘Nick Carter.’

_ 913.—MID FLYING BULLETS; on, Livery Tomes on THE
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, 214.— NICK. CARTER IN BOSTON ; or, A Crnver ForGer’s
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. 219._CHECK 777

 

. 229. NICK CARTER'S GREATEST ‘PERIL ;

NICK CARTER’S GREAT RAILROAD STORIES.

. 107—THE MURDER IN THE SLEEPING CAR; on, Nick Car-

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. 116— THE TRAIN ROBBERY AT KESSLER SWITCH ; or, Nick

CARTER TO THE Rescug. By the author of ‘Nick Carter.”

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the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.’

. 181—THE COOK GANG AT BLACKSTONE SWITCH; or, Tur

Houp-- Up of tan ‘*Katry”’ Express.
Carter.”

By the Author of “Nick

. 215—WORSE THAN MURDER; or, Nick Carten’s Seconp As-

SISTANT ON THE SUBURBAN ROBBERIES.

By the Author of
“Nick Carter.”

Jo. 216.—BROCKWELL THE. COUNTERFEITER; or, Parsy rm

Uncte Sam’s Secret Service. By the Author of “Nick
Carter.”

. 217.—NICK CARTER ON THE WHEEL; on, THe Derective’s

Prenritovus Ripe Down Hunter Mounzam.
of “Nick Carter.”

By the Author

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THE FanLInG Roor, By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”
; on, HunTING THE Same Man Twice. By the

Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

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THE WaTER CHUTE AFTER AN ASSASSIN.
“Nick Carter.”’

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Mystery or a Prano Box. By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

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THE Ozar. By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

_ 293. THE THIRTEENS’ OATH OF. VENGEANCKH’; OR, A

Crrmimmat Compact. By the Author of “‘Nick Carter.’

, 224.—PATSY’S FIGHT WITH THE PROFESSOR; or, Tue

Srecrer or A Torn Boox-Cover. © By the Author of ‘Nick

Carter.”

E 295..-THE FATE OF DOCTOR QUARTZ; on. Taz Murper my

THE DissEctinc Room. By the Author of ‘‘Nick Oarter ”

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Durr’s Pauacse. By the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

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the Author of ‘‘Nick Carter.”

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By the Author of “Nick Carter.”
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