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A Detective’s Story 


by Capt. Howard


During my twenty-five years of actual service as a detective, I have found many who have stolen the livery of heaven to serve the devil in.

One morning I stepped into Matsell’s office, having just returned from the west, when I was accosted by the chief.

“Hullo, Harry; glad to see you; there is work ahead.”

“What’s up now? Another murder?” I exclaimed.

“No, it’s robbery; or, as I should say, a series of robberies.”

“Where away?”

“Bond Street.”

“What, not on Bond Street!” I cried, astonished, forduring my absence I had heard of frequent robberies being committed on that particular street.


“Yes, Harry, this is the tenth robbery there inside of two weeks,” replied Matsell.

“Can it be fathomed?”

“I know not; in fact we had no one to work it up.”

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