The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-11-08
WHAT A DETECTIVE DID.

N 1896, on cold, raw day III Decem'
i ber, boy came to my room with q
dispatch from the general office. AT the
time | was half doing, half reading on
sofa, thinking how much better off ]
was in that neat, quiet, well-warmed room
than thousands who were out in storm,
their faces peltcd by the pitiless snow
and sleet
1t was my seventh month on the detec-
tive force.
During that time ] had ridden and
walked from one end Of Broadway to the
other, and run my head into more queer
out of the way places than care to
again.
A detective has not so easy life after
all. Once revolver bullet aimed at me
in a goods cellar where l was look
ing around for marked chap, took away
the lower edge of my left ear. | heard
ringing that time, sure, but the skulk
who fred the shot had more musical
time, for he went to Sing Sing, after
being led to the Toombs with his right
shoulder shattered by return ball.
One time just as | had arrested
woman on Twenty-third street for lifting
valuable diamond cluster from a Broad
way jewelry stOre-as | was escorting her
out of the house for visit to the station
red haired vixen met us in the door
way and threw full ounce of cayenne
pepper in my eyes. 1t was what you
might call red-hot
never saw my diamond-lifter or her
timely friend again-nor did | see any
body except a physician for month.
But this, and all such, has nothing to
do with the recital tonight,
| told the boy to come in. 1t was
Bob, the sharp, keen-eyed " boy to all
places" who vas sent in hurry on all
special errands, with instructions to find
his man. He handed me the dispatch,
and | read
Come quickly. Important counterfeit
ing case. Out of town be prepared.
-, Chief
| was awake in an instant nothing like
business to call a mans head back to
him!
Bob helped me, and l threw on box
overcoat, pulled on pair of stage boots
dropped six inch Colt into my hip-pock-
ct, settled a slouch hat over my head,
and out we went.
A little ways to the street corner, then
a cold ride, and we were at the Office of
the Chief
Found him, sir" said Bob, as he
kicked the Jumps of snow from his boot
heels, and stood ready for another Or
der.
" You may go now, but listen for the
bell"
Gail right sir"
And Bob glided out as the Chief order
ed. He turned to me, and continued
" Well, Mack, are you ready for job
tonight Z"
u" Always ready. What's the lay?"
Somebody has been showing the queer
to-day right lively, Two hundred at the
Astor House; ninety at Bowery cx-
change Office for gold; five hundred for
large bills with railroad agent on Broad
way, and hundred bogus at book
store for three books and good change"
"What book store?"
"Appleton's. And hundred at a
diamond store up town for fifty dollar
ring, and good change"
"What is the clew ?"
"Pve told you all l know except this
dispatch from Albany, from the Mayor,
just received as ! sent for you"
The dispatch was as follows;
Somebody has begun flooding us with
Il new counterfeit on three banks. Have
you seen anything new of this kind in
New York, and if so ON what banks
"And this is all ?"
" Yes,-except you must find the
man."
All right, sir, I'll try"
"Then you'll get him. Report to NE
by telegraph if you have him or need
help"
| went to the Astor House and inquir-
ed who stuck them. The cashier said it
was a portly looking Jew, black hair and
whiskers, and we'll dressed.
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