A Queer Clue
in two chapters
chapter i.
As an ex-detective, I am often asked to relate my adventures, and at one time I was ready enough to do so; but I soon found that my tales were looked upon as dull, prosy things, and not at all like what detectives ought to have to say for themselves. Everybody seemed to think that detectives ought to find things out by a sort of magical divination; but I was reckoned a pretty good one, and I have known some of our greatest celebrities; and the only way any of us ever found anything out was by inquiring of everybody who was likely to know a little, keeping our eyes on any probable party, holding our tongues, and putting the scraps together. Now and then we were befriended by a lucky chance; and when this happens we get a hundred times more praise than when we puzzle out the darkest and toughest case. The last affair I was ever engaged in was of this kind. I was first concerned in it two years before I left the Police, after, by-the-bye, I had quite given up the detective branch; and I resumed it three years afterward, that is the three years after I had left the Police; and this is how it occurred. I must first say, however, that I don’t at all regard this as one of the dull, prosy cases referred to; in fact, it was the most exciting business I was ever engaged in.
I had left the detective work, as I said, and indeed had left London, for when I grew a little tired of the business I was recommended to the authorities at Combestead, a thriving market-town in one of the home counties; I had a very comfortable situation there, having little to do, very good pay, and being head of the borough Police. Of course there is a great… Read More