Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-05-28
CT ain,t no detective He stopped .

1 good bit ago, because I had to Go {. I, i. elr:inds for myself since then"
 "Whatn you take to let me deliver the message :" said the detective. | Well, couldn't to it, nohow." | "Why, nobody will be any the wiser. l have a harmless object in view, and this will give me the opportunity I seek. l Here's half Il dollar, Sam," he said, pla- cling silver piece in the boys hand, and adding: 'EoW you may wait here until come back, because I want to talk to | you on important business,
 Sawyer's breezy and apparently candid manner won the boys confidence com pletely. Sam had known him for several days, because he delivered the leading 1 New York daily newspapers at lis ii,- surance office, and whenever the oppor- tunity afforded, they had many d chat together. Without ben" aware of the fact, the newsboy had given the detec- tive many an important hint. | An right, sir, " Sam replied. "Tll wait provided you don't he long" l MT, Isaac Sawyer then hastened for ward with the note. Sam felt slightly guilty for letting him do SO, but he had | made the bargain almost before he was aware of it, and he realized that there was no use now ill any regrets. All he could do was to 1flake sure the note was delivered, and this he did. 1 Sawyers knock at the door of Noel Ed wards house was answered by Edith. The detective saluted her very politely and pres Slted the missive, saying: "A gentleman, who seemed to be in d hurry, handed me this note at the COT. ner and requested that should deliver it to Miss Edith Edwards. She lives here I presume"
 Yes, am the person." said Edith somewhat mystified that this fine-looking and well-dressed young man should play messenger-boy.
 His keen eye. watched the color come and go in her fine face as she scanned the hastily written message, and he knew that it contained a world of meaning for her, although he was somewhat surprised l to see that she was not more deeply af fected.
 His mental comment was: "She either does not love him, or has more than a womans control of her emotions" Then speaking aloud, he said: II beg , otiI lttI toll, hiSS LttNttIuS, IS tuCIt any answer?"
 "None. thought you said the gentle man was in a hurry. Where could you take an answcr?"
 Excuse me; 1 had forgotten, the de- tective replied. He had been studying Ediths face so eagerly that his acclstom- ed shrewduess deserted him, and he felt really embarrassed. His only way out of it was to bid Edith good evening, !" and get away as speedily as possible l This he did, but just as he was about to so, he was surprisedto find himself face to face with Zelda Carson, who stood at the door, and who, ill an unguarded mo- ment, had pulled aside the heavy cloak by which her features were hidden as she came along the street. If Sawyer was surprised at seeing Zelda at Noel Edwards house, she was even more So to find him in such an un- expected place, and for the moment the power of speech deserted her. She would gladly have turned back, but that his eyes were upon her, and there was a nameless fascination in them, to those who knew what MT. Sawyer's business was, that prevented dissinulation.
 Good evening, Miss Carson," he said, lowing low and manifesting a disposi- tlon to enter into a conversation but her cold reply and freezing manner notified him at once that she desired nothing fur ther to say to him, and the astonished detective, taking the hint, hastened of to rejoin Sam Sharp.
 "Sam you said a few minutes ago that you are no detective. How would you like to be one ?" said Sawyer, as he re- turned to the boy.
 "First-rate," replied Sam, "so it was a good, brave detective, and no sneak. When say a sneak, I mean those fel- lows as plays detectives on married men, and trOts around saloon doors tosea how many glasses of beer dry-goods clerks drinks of an evenin', and that sort of thing. Now I'd like to be a detective what would keep an eye on great rob- bers, and bring burglars, and murderers. and such fellows to time."
 "Well, l can help you to a piece of amateur detective work right in your line," said Sawyer, if you'll agree to take hold"
 Whats the game ?" asked Sam.
 Its to help in unraveling the Carson mystery"
 ' l wouldn't mind takin' a hand" said sam, "but I aint had any experience in the detective line"
 "You never will until you begin, my boy" said Sawyer, as they walked along slowly.
 "Mr. Sawyer, are you a detective?" asked the boy, abruptly.
 II don't mind telling you, now, that I am" said Sawyer; "but, Sam, you must not breathe a word of this matter to any one. Henceforth you shall act as nay office boy, ana be my first assistant. Now that we are out together, 1 wish you woulu show me where you said, the other day, you saw Tom Ecl1ert coming ont If the mine. the morning of MT, Carson's murder"
 Sam stopped short and looked steadily at his companion for a moment, as if he discovered some new meaning in what he had hitherto regarded as a common piace though somewhat strange incl dent.
 It is all right, my boy" said Sawyer; "just come along and show me the