American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1878-06-22
The Story a Detective Told.

old detective, the other day, while recit-
ing some of the stirring occurrences OF
the early days of San Francisco.
"The life of a detective is not one OF
excitement merely. 1T Is sometimes
crossed with events as wild and startling
| IS ever gave coloring to romance. No
emotion, no passion or phase of charac-
ter is hid from us. We learn to play up
on the feelings, the hates and affections
of men and women as unerringly as the
pianist on his instrument. While the
casuist would hesitate to take advantage
of this, the necessities we are under
compel us to omit no opportunity which
may lead us to success.
''I say this because the incident I am
will do when excited by jealousy or
thirsting for revenge.
! eve were on the track of man who
had robbed Havana jeweler of al
most incalculable wealth. He had
fed his native island, and we were
informed by the Cuban authorities
that in all probability he had
made his way to this coast. At that
time this city was full of Cubans and adj
venturers from all parts of the world.
One couple, peculiar from all the rest,
excited the attention of the then limited
fashionable world, and became the pets
of society. Their lavish expenditure
and almost Eastern magniicence of ap-
parel and equipage excited the admira-
ton and envy, it may be, of their fash
ionable acquaintance. They, too, were
I Cubans. The man, inheriting all the
peculiarities of the Spaniard, was, in
personal appearance, a type of his race.
| "But 1 can not describe the woman
that passed as his wife. She was the
most beautiful creature 1 ever saw-the
idea of the poet, when he painted the
dark-eyed maiden Khorassen, was
realized in her person. She seemed to
me like some living, beautiful idol for
men to worship. The tint of the olive
was on her brow, and in the dark,
luminous eyes a wealth of affection; but
they told, too, of spirit resentful of in
justice, and fierce in wrath as the glare
of her native sum-.
"By the devious path we pursued
when on the trail of the criminal, we
traced 'our man to this city. We knew
he was here, and we scare he'd for him
necessarily. But, as if to baulk our
exertions and put to shame our efforts,
this is all we could learn. The Span
lard was the only person who answered
the description of the criminal. But
what folly to suspect him!-the petted
courtier of society---the millionaire---he
would only have laughed our suspicious
to scorn. But still we hung around
him. By a strange magical influence,
it was impossible to divorce ourselves
from the belief that he was the party
we were in search of. This constant
attendance at the places he frequented,
this lowering around the sphere in
which he moved, made us acquainted
with the fact that his wife was unhap-
Ply and ill-treated by her husband.
''He had begun to neglect her, and
pay assiduous court to fashionable
myn,ph du pace. One night we saw
him enter the theater with the fair
American, and entering private box
was paying her the most devoted at
tention. Shortly afterward a woman,
whom we at once perceived was his
wife, but evidently disguised, entered,
and passing around the dress
circle took seat directly facing
him. By a strange coincidence
she was right by me. She looked at
the couple in the box long and earnest
ly; her face, which we could see from
our position, gradually changed to an
expression of the most fearful and vim
dictive passion 1 ever beheld. Accus-
toned as 1 was to every phase of hu-
man emotion, it appalled, me. At last
she arose and left the theater. followed
by an attendant. Now was our time.
got up as quietly and was by her side
when she reached the street. was de-
termined on a stroke of policy, which,
if read her countenance Alright, would
place the man in our power. If was
mistaken, it could do no harm. Actu-
ated by the impulse, 1 placed myself in
front of her and raised my hat.
Madam, pardon mel
"'What do You want, and who are
youP
"sMy name is This is my
friend, Mr. We are detectives,
and in search Of the robber of the Ha-
vana jeweler. We believe you can point
out to us the man.
"'I can! / can't
st was almost shrek, so fierce and
bitter were the words.
"'Come with income with mel
1t is useless to detail what followed
The next morning the fashionable world
was shocked by the intelligence of the ar
rest of Don D. R; but was more
surprised to hear that he was betrayed
by his pretty wife. We recovered near
ly 100000 in jewelry and gold. But
to the poor woman the result was terri
BILE. She was but the victim of his per-
fidy, but the moment she saw him ar
rested, all the old love that had ruined
her returned. She chung to his neck
with wild, frantic despair that was
terrible to see. The anguish of that
young face will haunt me to my dying
day. The next day she disappeared
no one knew whittier; but few days
afterward the body of beautiful, I'M
known woman was picked up on the
lower cOaSt-a Suiciden