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Incident in the Life of a California Detective


Some years since, the stage line in the southern part of this State suffered from frequent depredations by "road-agents." The express company offered liberal rewards and the local officers displayed commendable zeal, all to no purpose. Some of the officers of the company, with whom I had been acquainted while sheriff of one of the mining counties, requested me to take the matter in hand and see if I could get any clue to work upon. Suspecting that some of my former acquaintances who had served a term or two in the penitentiary had returned to their old vocations in "pastures new," and believing that if such was the case I could soon get upon their track, I readily consented. 

 

The day after I had received my instructions, I was on the road to the scene of the last robbery. I represented myself as a stockraiser looking for feed; and, as it was an exceedingly dry year and feed very scarce, my representations were readily accepted. The numerous robberies were the most frequent topics of conversation among the very sparse population on the line of my road. I affected indifference to the subject, but carefully noted everything said. 

 

At a certain station where I had remained two days and had vainly sought evidence upon which to found a theory, I hired a horse of a native Californian, telling him and others that I was going across the mountains to the coast to look for grass; tied my… Read More