Caught in a Steel Trap

The following story was told to me by my old friend, the venerable Dr. L—g:

I sat one evening on the verandah of the principal hotel of a city on the N.Y. and E.R.R., smoking and watching the persons loitering about the entrance.

Among these was a strange-looking man who had excited my curiosity at dinner by his peculiar dress and appearance.

He was very tall and strongly built, had large, fierce black eyes, a dark, pale complexion, a large, carefully waxed jetty moustache, and he wore his thick, coarse, black hair, somewhat long.  His dress was striking, although of fine black material and fashionable make. But doubtlessly, the “loud” effect was produced by the long cape, the flaunting red necktie… Read More