A Detective's Story
by E. W. N.
“Yes, many a shrewd fellow has been trapped because of some habit of expression that gave him away,” said Hal Todd, one night as we sat in his office. “Jim West is an instance of that,” he added. “Did I ever tell you about him?”
“No, never heard of him,” was the response; “give us the story,” and we settled ourselves comfortably, for a man like Hal Todd cannot be on the police force ten years and a detective twenty more without having a stock of yarns worth listening to.
“I think it was in the fall ’80. I came home one night from Chicago all fagged out. I hoped I would not have a call to leave town for at least week. Slept late next morning, and was just eating breakfast when a dispatch came from Briggs, who has a big factory up in Monroe county; said his safe had been robbed of $8000 and valuable papers; wanted me to come or send a good man at once.
“I wired him to keep particulars quiet as he could; that I’d leave on next train.
“When I got to Rochester, had half a mind to turn back, but heard such mixed up rumors of the affair I got interested; and once you get interested you forget to be sick, tired or anything else. After… Read More