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Burbridge the Actor


An English Detective's Story


The neatest and about the longest job I ever was concerned in was young Mr. Burbridge’s case, and that I did in London without any help from the London police. He was in the theatrical profession; a smart young chap, greatly trusted by his manager—made a sort of confidential secretary of, and allowed to keep the accounts and all the cash. No one checked or counted t’other. One fine morning he went off with a big sum. He had been to the bank and drawn a check to pay the weekly wages, but he went off instead, leaving the treasury empty and the whole company whistling for their “screws.” The manager was half mad, and he come at once to the police. The chief sent for me.

“It’s a bad business, thoroughly bad, and we must get him,” he said.

“No idea which way he’s gone?” I asked.

“None; that’s for you to find out. So take up the case at once. Spare no pains—spend what money you like, only catch him if you can.”

In jobs of this sort, sir, time goes a long way, of course. But it ain’t everything. Burbridge had got a good start, several… Read More