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A Detectives Story

It was a dull, rainy day towards the end of August. One of those days when earth and sky alike are dreary, and the rain drops puttering against the window makes one feel so sad and lonely. The clock that hung against the wall pointed to the hour of three, when Mr. Gordon, our “chief,” a dark, silent little man, entered the room.

“Wells,” said he, “don’t you feel like having a little excitement just now?”

Of course I had to say “Yes.”

“I want you to arrest Bill Siddons, the forger,” said Mr. Gordon, “and… Read More