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The Telegraph Detective


It was in a railroad car that my vis-a-vis, to while away the time—we were obliged to wait, owing to a broken rail—told the following story:

“Ten years ago I was a telegraph operator in a small town in New Jersey, but, my health failing, I gave up my situation, and taking an agency, traveled westward until I finally reached San Francisco. While there I took a fancy to visit the mining regions; so, selecting suitable goods to sell among the miners, I went, satisfied my curiosity, and made a little money, and was returning in the stage coach, when the incidents I am about to relate occurred, or at least began [t]o occur.”

“There were besides myself three inside passengers; an old gentleman of sixty and two roughly-dressed men, apparently miners. These two men sat at opposite ends of the coach, not appearing to know each other, while the old gentleman and myself sat close together. I noticed that the old gentleman had a heavy tin or iron box between his legs, which he seemed anxious to keep out of sight.… Read More