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Leaf from the Diary of a Detective


The Neptune was as fine a vessel as ever plowed the Atlantic ocean, and although she was caught in several storms every year, yet for ten years she made her monthly trips, with her usual large cargo of living freight. Her captain was as jolly an old sea-dog as ever lived, and if once you crossed with old Bowler, you would, if possible, make the trip with him again, his greatest pleasure being in making his guests at home. I had been acquainted with him for several years before the occurrence I am about to relate, and what was at first but a passenger’s… Read More