A Bit of Detective Business
IT was at a time when I was engaged as a local reporter upon a daily newspaper in a Western city that an event occurred which was destined to have a remarkable influence upon my future welfare.
In as few words as possible, I will endeavor to give the reader an account of this event, and of the consequences which grew out of it, premising that, although I flatter myself that I can do up a horrible murder, or terrible conflagration, or rightful accident, in a tolerably artistic manner, story writing is entirely out of my line. As, however, in this narrative there is no occasion for flights of fancy, it being my intention simply to tell a plain, unvarnished tale, I am encouraged to believe that my lack of imaginative power will not interfere with the interest of my sketch. It is an old saying that truth is stranger than fiction, and the circumstances which I am about to relate will prove a practical exemplification of the fact.
Among the most exclusive families in the city to which I have referred was that of Mrs. Fromby, the widow of an individual who had commenced life as the proprietor of a low grog-shop, but who, by operations in real estate and other fortunate speculations, had succeeded in becoming very wealthy. He was accused of being engaged in numerous transactions of a very doubtful character during his lifetime, but as he died… Read More