Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1889-11-13
wEpNss'AY,.......Nov dnER =. l'-'
THE CLEVER DETECTIVE.

80 49, Att ~ ~ ftNks
Although of Wood He Was Worth a
Dozen of the Ordinary Kind.
"Who is the new man on the
foroep"
There was no answer None of the
officers assembled ct headquarters
knew any thing concerning him OK
cept that the inspector had Brought
him in quietly few evenings before
and introduced him as Sergeant
Fetchem. The strange inappropri
ateress of such name for y detective
had struck them at once. but the new
man had gone to work without a word
rs II thoroughly familiar with his du
ties. and his first job had been the ar
rest Of a burglar whom no had caught
In the act and overpowered, bringing
him to the station alone, despite The
fact that tho prisoner was p burly,
powerful fellow nearly twice the size
Of his captor.
Every day since his accession to the
force he had signalized himself BY
some unheard-of exploit He had dis
covered u nest Of counterfeiters, als
rested and put in Jail a hitherto unsus-
pected Anarchist whose attic was fun
of dynamite bombs, and located bank
embezzler who had eluded The police
for two whole years All this he had
done Us p matter of course, and hat
listened implssiyely to the encomium
s,nccnd IL, yiy "a cI,ftf
adr0itness The other members OF the
detective corp, began TO grow jealous.
and . watch was put upon his actions.
He had no difficulty in evading them
In the performance of his duties, but
they made the discovery that he wa,
closeted with the inspector for about
five minutes every Monday morning.
The most diigant effort failed ia dis.
cove the object Of these conferences,
II such they were. for no conversation
between the chief and the now detect
I've ever reached tho ears of the listen
ers on the outside.
One Monday morning, Immediately
after ono of these secret interviews.
Sergeant Fotchem was seen to leave
the Office and board an outward-bound
train. He was not seen again during
the week. Monday morning came
again and he had not yet turned up.
The inspector was visibly uneasy.
1T he is not here in less than Az
hour all is lost' he muttered as he
glanced at his watch and went to the
door to look up and down the street.
1t was showing furiously.
Seized with a sudden impulse, he
hailed passing cab and was driven
rapidly to a railway station in the SUD
urbs, reaching it just in time to get
aboard train coming into the. city.
AS no entered the forward door of
car he saw man rapidly go out
through the rear door, jump off the
train, and disappear in the binding
snow-storn.
With II cry of disnay the Inspector
rushed down the aisle. When half
way through the car no stopped sul-
denly. In one OF the seats was the
ipotionless figure of Sergeant
Fetchem. 1t was in half erect posi-
tion. with one arm extended. The
eyes were gazing into vacancy with
lack luster expression.
TOO late!" exclaimed the inspector,
bitterly. Fifty thousand dollars
gone. That man who left the car a
moment ago was Tascott!'
The passengers crowded around.
They explained that the sergeant
few minutes before had made sudden
but apparently weak effort to iasten
himself with chain 10 the prisoner,
but thatt the latter had quickly risen
apd grappled with him. The sergeant
Ind nearly succeeded in his design
when suddenly he seemed to stiffen.
His grasp relaxed, his arm remained
stretched out q CLASSY look came into
his eyes. anu his whole frame became
motiopIess. The prisoner broke away
from him and YVES out of the car be-
fore the spectators had recovered from
their surprise.
Such was the story they told the in.
spector.
''What is the matter with the otfi
Ger? Is he dead?' they inquired.
s'He has run down" groaned the in
speetor "Fooll Idiot that was no
TO have met him one station beyond
here! This detective" he explained,
twas cunning piece of machinery
1t took Edison year to manufacture