New-York tribune., 1874-11-25

voice, "Send me detective"
This DONE he took down my name and
address in Glasgow, and what l knew about
James Lambert.
Ones idea of a detective is-a keen' lean
man, with little glittering eyes-a human
weasel The door opened, and In walked a
model Of strength and youthful beauty, that
made mo stare. He was about twenty-five
years old. at least six feet four in hight, and
the breadth. and, above all, the depth
of his chest incredible. Until / saw
John Heenan strip, and reveal his bulging
back and breast, and every inch of his satin
akin mapped with muscles, took for granted
the old sculptors had exaggerated, and carved
ideal demigods, not real men. Nude Heenan
showed me they had not exaggerated, but
selected; and this detective confirmed the
proof for he was much finer man than
Heenan, yet not bit fleshy; and instead OF
prize-fgbters features, comely, manly,
blooming face, and high, smooth forehead,
white as snow itself. l know no lady in the
South with forehead so white and delicate.
This Hercules -Apollo-his Scotch name l
have forgotten-stood at the door and, drawing
himself up, saluted his chief respectfully.
"' =" said the chief, "t this is Mr.. Redd, fr'
England. He is looking for an old man called
Lambert, that saved many lives in the Clyde
some years ago. Ye III take means to find hlm
-lere's his descrption-and ye IL report to Mr..
Rcdd. at his hotel Ye understand now; he's
10 be touad-if he is alive"
The detective saluted again, but made no
reply. lie took my address, and the particu-
lars, and went to work directly, as matter
of course. | thanked the chief heartily, and
retired to my hotel.
About nine in the evening, Detective Her
cules-Apollo called on me. All he had detected
was a brave man, called John Lambert, that
had saved lives out of burning ship in the
port Of GreenOck ] declined John Lambert
with thanks.
Having now no serious hope of finding
James Lambert alive, / took the goods the
gods provided, and interviewed Hercules
Apollo, since he was to hand. | questioned
him. and he told me he was often employed
in captures.
"Well" said /, "you are the man for it.
You don't often meet your match-ehf"
He blushed little, and smiled, but it did
not make him bumphous, as 1t might small
man, say q life-guardsman, drayman. lie
said, 81 assure you, sirr. need it all, and
whies, mair" He then pointed out to me q
window in the TrOngate, exactly opposite the
room we were in. "YOn's just q nest O.
thieves" said he: "they wark WI decoys SIR,
q wife wi tale o. woe, or q lass Wi a bonny
face, and tho like. The other night gentle
man put his hand through the window and
cried thieves So l ran up the stair. The
door was lochlt, ye may be sure. l just pit
my foot TILT"
"And it flew up the chimney?"
Ha ha! No so far as that, sirr. Aweel
thoucht to find maybe two or three of them.
But there we're nigh a dzen o the warst charac-
ters in Glasgee. However, l was in fort, ye
ken; so | was in the middle of them before
they had time to think, and collared twa old
offenders III tax this handful says ]. and
I'll come book for the lave:' (B) marched 'em
OOt, and the gentleman at my heels. He was
glad TO wend clear, and so was /. My HART
beat hard that time, | shall assure ye; but |
ddna let the vagabonds see thaat. ye ken"
He intimated that it was all gas for any one
man to pretend that he could master half q
dozen, if they were resolute. "Na-we beer
the law in our hairts, and they beer guilt in
theirs. That's what makes the odds, sirr."
After a conversation of which this is only
fragment, we returned to James Lambert,
and he told me he expected news, good or
bad by break of day, for he had fifty
policemen questioning on their BEATS in the
likelicst parts of the city. "Ah," said ], "but
] am afraid those beats are all above ground ;
now my poor hero is underground"
] went to bed with this conviction and
having hitherto blamed myself, which is an
unnatural trick, now looked round for some
body else to blame, which is customary and
wholesome; and herein my smattering of the
British drama stood my friend; l snarled, and
sad-out of Sir Peter" He has died on pur-
pose to veX me-"
heard no more till half-past one next day.
and then my gigantic and beautiful detective
called. This time he had a hugo pocket
book-enomous- a word. such pocket
book as he man. He opened it..
account of James Lambert, and also a small
pamphlet. l ran my eye over them.
"That will be the man, sirr 2"
"Ycs"
"Aweel then we've got him." said he, quietly.
"What! got him alivei"
"Ou ay he is in vara good health He's not
an old man, SIR. lie will not be mair than
saxty."
"Have you seen him with your own eycsin
said |, still half incredulous.
aye may be sure o. thaat, sirr. 1 wadna
come here till had spoken him. lie stays at
No. 3G Little Street. Calton."
thought Calton was some other town, but
he told Inc it was only suburb of Glasgow,
and all the cab-men knew it. Then thanked
him for his zeal and ability, and stood a
sovereign, which he received with grateful
smile. but no abatement of his manly dignity