The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1877-04-12
NOT TO BE DONE.
The Confession of London Detective.

For long time ] had been on the
track Of gang Of coiners. which in my
professional pride, ] had vowed to cap
iure. More than once ] pounced down
upon them in their haunts: but all van
ished like magic. and being unable to
produce proofs. the chief, whom desired
to convict, fairly laughed at me and my
efforts.
This naturally gave me considerable
annoyance. and with some heat ejac-
ulaied: You have escaped me this time.
Jim Bradley, but I'm not John Spindler
If you do the next"
"When you catch me, hold me-" he
grinned. How dare you malign an in
nocent man
well, il was nearly nine months be-
fore again ran down Jim and his gang I;
then / detected them in a low. wretched
street. The house they used was kept 10y
an old Irish woman.
Having watched the house until | was
sure OF my game. ] went to Scotland
Yard. saw the chief. reported my news,
got some men, and on a dark. gusty win
Ier's night made a swoop upon them.
Leaving the police ! had brought at
a little distance. ] knC cked at the door
G+Iting no answer, ! stripped back and
looked up at the house.
1t was dark as pitch. save a faint glim.
mer i'm the first floor windows. As ] re-
turned | felt certain / saw the blind of
the lower room move. Trusting il | was
being inspected, that the darkness had
concealed my identity. / repeated my
summons, when, after a long delay, the
door was opened by the old landlady
bearing a flaming tallow candle.
'Didy knock aforeT' she said, peer
ing feeLly at me. Sure. I'm just as deaf
as post. yer honor. and l don't hear
bit Who do you wantT'
One OF your respectable dodgers. Mrs.
O Bren." | answered, entering the pas
sage and putting my foot so as to prevent
the door closing. Thanks. old lady;
won't trouble you further"
Giving a preconcerted whistle, my men
came rapidly forward.
"0h. the perleesel oh, holy st. Pat
rick have mercy upon lone widder
woman Oh. good jintlemen, what's the
matter sure 2 shri+ked the dag.
Paying no heed to these ejaculations.
| placed one policeman on guard and
with the others sprang up the stairs.
Reaching the landing found all dark.
save a Feint glimmer which issued from
under the door in front OF US. / tried
I'VE have him this time r. whispered.
exultingly, for had caught the sound OF
Jim Bradley's voice. II have examined
the house WELL aud there is no means of
-gress either 10y the roof or the windows.
They are trapped. Open in the queen o
name T. exclaimed aloud.
"Ilollo. is that you my dear Spindler7'
cried Jim from within. Happy TO see
YOU I'm sure. Remember what | said
Hold me when you catch me. old boy
! The thing is TO trap your bird y
Il will take care OF that, Mr. Jim"
! sreioined. open or we will break in the
] door
"Uh. place jintlemen-dear. good. jim
/ tlemen, for the love of the saints dom
make a noise. There's a poor soul JUS
/ partin' this lite up stairs, and his poor
/ young widdy's almost distracted Sorra
n one OF ye jintleman hey any pity. Den
terriiy the colleen, nor the partin' soul
who, sure, has troubles enough"
Silence, you old crone r | exclaimed
"and fetch light or Ill have you ar
rested as an accomplice."
With a regular howl Of disappointment
she hobOlrd away. declaring she'd d,
anything for us. impioring pity tor
poor, lone woman, and compassion 10
the partIn' soul up stairs.
We didn't wait for her TO return
Aware no one could pass US on the stairs
and believing Jim might by trying {
destroy the mOulds. we put our shou
ders against the door and drove the locl
from the box.
had prepared for the light TO be eI
tinguishrd and "A rush made.
was disappointed jim sat eompo
edIy at the table. with another man, pla,
ing cards.
,Hollo you don't stand on ceremon,
John, my TREND he remarked, lAugl
. ing; Il thought every mans house wi
his castle
6 so it is, Jim. until he makes it
e shield Tor law. bre liking" answered.
o Prove your words my man"
81 intend TO, hCpe; SO you will CO