The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1880-09-07

8 o'clock whee the rag picker came
out. bag and hook In his hand. and
walked directly toward the corner.
which he passed without apparently
noticing the officer. for his attention
was attracted in an opposite direction.
He turned the corner out Of eight oil
the watcher.
The officer almost cried aloud with
Jay, FIR Ia that smeared face, rough
gnrh and admirably assumed driggine
sait. he saw the disguise Of the man
ne had been in search Of for weeks.
IL was the forger. Vallory. THE
Scribbler."
The officer had never seen DR..
Heauiini-r. He would know him
only by the description given him by
he project. With the exception al
the height it fitted Vsll"ry exactly.
Cr-rier followed the rsg-picker
cautiously ~ Il cat upon the trail Of a
feld-m"us-, fr.mn que e'reet {" another,
lever losing sight Of him until he
stood upon the low step at an old
hous- ia the Rue DIES Tanier-s, near
the S-ine-''ihe street of dens" Then
he picker halted. looked up ard down
;he street. and quickly disappeared
through the door.
That night. after a consultation
with the project. arrangements were
made for penetrating this den where.
evidently. the forgef. Na!lory, alias
'he Picker. hal his hi,iing-place. and
not only arrest him. bnf. If possible.
solve the secret Of the doctors fate.
At ten o'clock Crevier was in front
If the old house. Several officials
we're secreted in the darkness. within
call, upon the opposite side Of the
street. A pistol shot was To he the
signal for u simultaneous rush To the
assistance Of their cnmrat:e, ar the
lapse of half an hour without hearing
an alarm. Crevier WAS Injured Ia
such adventures. He knew his bust
ness thoroughly. This man ValIory,
too, heretofore was not known as
dangerous" lie was q tricky. shrewd
fellow, but never inclined to blood
shed.
1t quarter past ten Crevier
Knocked at the door. Ii was opened
by a venerable old felIow.
What do you want ~
"There is rag picker here whom
| wish To see, said Crevier. "He
lives here >"
The old man bowed.
"He lives on the next floor, in the
rear roUm," he answered, holding a
greasy old smoky lamp in his haul.
Crevier stepped in past the old
mau, who at once closed the door and
locked it.
"You have business with him."
"ies-an appointment" said Gre
vier. boldly.
"Ah! you are the person, then.
He told me when he came in that
Il EAfEClkD \ NlSlIok.
"Ah! did hey That was thought
ful of him. You will lead the way
The malicious snap Of the old mans
'naky gray eyes did not escape the
officers notice, ne, turning. he pre-
'eded him up a narrow. steep flight
If stairs. where ut closed door he
saying:
In here. monsieur"
Crevier tapped ut the door. Yet
with wary eye upon the old mans
The door opened wide. and he sax
,ickers Disguise. CiTevier stepped
'cross the siIl of the door Of the dirnly
lighted room, and stood facing hi.
nan-p-rhaps minute. Then sud
|enly he drew his pistol. and leveling
at NallOrv he said: The game
5 up, my dear Scribbler, hold up
our hands"
81 will. answered Nallory. holding
p both arms. ''ihe game is up tor
ver-for you"
la a second Crevier
SHOT DOWN THROUGH A TRAP
Thich opened beneath his feet. His |
xten'ie.i hand which held the pistol /.
truck the edge If the trap rs he went
own. The violence If the blow
n"cked the weapon upward from his
rasp, aid falling to the floor exploded. !
He went downward like a weight ri
.ad. When he struck. his terrible
'rcc was partially broken by striking
pom some sofi substance.
He was not senseless. Insiinctively
2 threw out his arms His left hand
.sted in that awful darkness upon
ie cnld, rigid face of corpse. The
ench Of the decaying remalns npon
hich he had fallen filled this death
{ with suff.cating sickenins odor.
: he moved he heard the scurrying
lsh At legion Of rats.
The faint sound of a crash. the still
inter sound o; the quick tramp of
any feet came to his ears then he
ard no more. When he revived he
und himself lying upon bed, his I
|low officials aroun. him, and q,
allory and the old man handcuffed j
geiher -prisoners-the blood flow q
2 over the forger's face. !
They had heard the pistol shot so C
given by an accident c
d after desperate struggle in sc. y
ring the culprits, searched the b
emises. and in the cellar. in a great b
III hole. found their comrade. SENSE Il
:. lying upon the dead body of n
IN. which was partially eaten away
the rats. 4
The fostering remains were recog- &
I'd a. those of the missing DR.. G
when removed to the u
rgue. On the foIlo,ng morning d
NILE. HORTENsE, u
} pretended daughter of the dead i,
tor, was arrested at No. IL Rue Of
nas:S, 1