Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-17

ton; in my minds eye 1 filed in the details
which the photo failed to give-the chest
nut hair, the blue eyes. ''I shall know you
when 1 see you, my friend" said to my
self, Stay, there was a something almost
familiar about the Photographic something
that seemed familiar; but said TO myself
that / had so often looked with longing
ewes at this photograph that it doubtless
seemed an old acquaintance. No, Sigis-
mund Hannay had surely ere this cleared
out of England; doubtless the United States
the longed-for bourne Of the hunted En-
gIish criminal-had been reached, and Sigis-
mund Hannav and his bonds were bevond
even the long arm of the London police.
Next evening Stewart came in again.
We PLAYED q rubber, Annie and against
the two old men, then we sat down to sup
per. After supper Stewart told us that he
had found the owner of the locket. "And
he's mean hound, is the Winker;' he says
he'll give half crown for it. and it's worth
a crown to melt, isn't it. sergeant2" said be,
tossing it across the table to me.
''Pll get you more than crown for it, /"
said. "It's worth three half-crowns as old
silver; why it's thick and heavy-Very
heavy"
keep it, and see what you can get for it,
sergeant" said Stewart. "He's q mean
hound; wouldn't care if it was one of the
other boarders, poor chaps, they haven't any
cash save an odd shilling or so, while the
Winker,' he's piles, piles; notes, too, as I'm
living mani What did tell you? there's
screw loose somewhere, Day; there's some
game on. When did you ever see boarder,
Jack Day, with his pocketbook full of
notes?-notes, Jack. When did you ever
see boarder as slep' his first night alone?
Alone, Jack DayI'' cried the excited man.
why do you call him the Winker,'
Stewart" 1 asked.
TITS rule we have; none of the board
ers' names are ever mentioned off the premi-
ses; it's ine-fve bob:''
"But what is his name?" said I.
Hoffman," said Stewart.
"StewartI" cried old Day.
"Well," apologized Stewart, "the ser
geant is one of us, or nearly so; but as for
the Winker' -"
you haven't told me why you call him
the Winker,'" persisted L
because he was always a-winking the
day he came in; he seldom does it now, only
when he's riled; he did wink, though, over
the old locket; he made an awful fuss over
it, and the prop says it must be found.
Found be hanged, say 1; that Winker is q
mean hound
By this time Stewart had had quite
enough; he bade us goodnight and went
away.
1 forgot the Iocket next day. When at
the Scotland Yard Office felt it in my
pocket, and 1 remembered that 1 had prom
ised to ascertain its value. I opened it out
of curiosity; there was the old iady-a fine
old lady; there was the youth-a handsome
youth. 1 was going to close the locket
Stay, there is something familiar about that
handsome face, that curly chestnut hair
those blue eyes-can it be? Ny hand
closes on the locket with a eonvulsive
clutch, feel faint like and sit down. Then
walk up to the portraits of the Wanted
There they are-the hang-dog, villainous
men, the low-browed, scowling women, tEief
and rufian written on all their faces From
all stands out in smiling comeliness Sigis-
mund Hannay, the bright young German.
1t is very like himI it is-it must be hel
Taken, perhaps, some years ago, the boy of
the locket would become the celebrity OF the
criminal portrait gallery.
returned home and carefully examined
the locket; took out the likenesses; both
were cut from ordinary cartes de visite and
colored; on the back Of the youths is the
address-Sachsen (Saxony).
1t is almost enough. 1 carefully replace
them and close the locket with a snap. n.
S. on the nameplatc, why not S. H.? They
are merely intertwined letters. 1t is enoughI |
I have found himl