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A Detective’s Experience


A Female Forger


Not many years ago, said Mr. F        , the mercantile community were annoyed by an immense amount of spurious paper most industriously put into circulation. Checks were presented at the principal banks signed by the firms of prominent houses, and money in the aggregate amounting to nearly $50,000 obtained upon it. The peculiar circumstances of the case disclosed the fact that the forger resided in the city, and for months we were on the quivive to detect the criminal. Every new face, every stranger, whose occupation and pursuit were not thoroughly understood, were subjected by Mr. I         and myself to a most rigid scrutiny. Still! we were at fault. It is not difficult to find out the who is not guilty of an offence: the trouble is to discover who is. And thus our search went on. Baffled in one direction, we took another. Aside from the reward, which was ample, our pride was interested in detecting the person who, almost before our eyes, practiced such open frauds. One day I saw a lady paying for a bill of goods with a check. Before she had time to leave the store I obtained a look at the paper, and was satisfied it was not genuine. Still I was not certain. The lady was deeply veiled, and I was subjected to the alternative of following her. This I did and traced her home.

It was a beautiful little cottage, with a large yard and garden. Taste and culture had fashioned the gravel walks, and trained the dense but beautiful foliage into parterres, as curious as novel and pretty. Vines crept over the portico and trailed along the network of the gallery. The white and red hollyhock bloomed at the gate, and the margin of the walks was bedded with violets and sweet-scented verbena. The perfume of orange blossoms… Read More