A Private Detective
Hiram Hazlett had for months been much interested in newspaper accounts of cases in which private personages attained fame by acting as amateur detectives in cases where professionals had failed. He was constantly revolving in his mind the possibility of sometime acquiring fame in such line himself, and was fond of picturing his course of conduct under circumstances which he would imagine himself in. With this proemial clause, we will proceed to follow Mr. Hazlett on his way to catch the early morning train for the city, where he was engaged in the hardware business.
The train was nearly filled when he entered, and it was with some difficulty that he secured a seat just in the rear of two neatly-dressed ladies. At first he was so intent upon his own thoughts that he paid no attention to the conversation of his fair neighbors, but finally a remark arrested his wandering ideas. What he heard was: “What do you intend doing with your husband?” from one of the fair ladies to the other.
“Oh, I have that all fixed. I shall bind him securely with the ropes secreted in a closet in the room, and then, while he is still asleep, I shall steal out and call Burgess Winburne to come and assist me to rifle the iron safe of all valuables in the form of money, bonds and jewels.”
“What will you do then?” said the other lady.
“We will leave my husband bound and gagged while we pack our spoils into a portable shape and get away to New York, whence we will sail for Europe to enjoy our ill-gotten gains. I am not right sure but what I shall have Burgess Winburne kill my husband, and leave his cold corpse to electrify the servants at Eglantine Villa,” laughingly said the lady of the gray veil.
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