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Joe Belden


On one occasion, in my detective experience, a long and arduous search had led me on the track of a noted counterfeiter, known among the fraternity as a wholesale dealer in bogus issues, or one who sold spurious money in large quantities.

Whether it was that a leak had occurred through one of my subordinates, or that an instinctive idea had entered the man’s mind that he was getting into the toils, I could never divine.

The first real fact was that evidence sufficient to consign him to the penitentiary had accumulated, and, armed with the proper warrants, I disguised myself and visited his usual place of rendezvous, only to learn that he had fled the city.

As near as could be ascertained, he had gone to a little… Read More