The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1890-10-04
CHAPTER VII.
TNO SURPRISES.

Mat Hyland, you're q fool!'
Harsh words these, yet the detective to
whom they Were addressed made no in
dignant rejoinder; on the contrary lie
nodded his head approvingly. though the
sad expression upon his face seemed
to deepen somewhat.
"You not only spotted him, but had
him dead to rights. You ran upon him,
or rather he ran upon you, and you
couldn't land the fish when he'd hooked
bimself on your tackle. I'm ashamed
of you, Mat Hyland!'
The person who was so freely upbraid-
ing the unfortunate detective paused in
his walk, and spat upon the ground to
emphasize his disaus.
Mat Hyland did exactly the same
thing. Lest the reacer think this a
strange coincidence, We must explain that
the upbraiding ersolage and the officer
were one and the same man. Mat was,
in soliloquy, administering to himself q
WELL deserved rebuke.
Not in all the ten years and more that
you've been on the force, he continued,
as he resumed his walk down Clark
street, did you ever make such a bre k
before. You'd better hand in your resig-
nation in the morning.
They say he cut across 10 State street.
but | don't believe it. He must have a
confederate, but I'll bet my chance of
promot on, which isn't much just now,
that he's right in the block where he gave
me the slip. I'd rather he get Oft scot
free than have anyone else catch him
back and make systematic search for
him"
With this the officer turned md walked
briskly in the direction opposite the one
III which he had ben moving.
The time was but a few IN :nutes after
the precipitation Of our hero into the
dark, dank collar by the trio of guilty
plotters.
-Ye can't come in This is no public
house, mind thati"
These words, spoken by toothless old
crone of woman, assaulted the ears of
the detective as he underworld to enter q
tumble down building not far from the
spot where Cole Winters had so cleverly
eluded him.
~Cans I, Granny Green? Wen see
about that"
But there's nothin' crooked goin' on
here" faltered the old bag. IS Hvland
threw oper his coat and displayed upon
his breast q silver star, the insignia OF his
Official character.
L know that, Granny. I'm looking for
msn, though. Ont of my way. and,
mind you, not word of my presence
here: that Is. If you value
Il won't blab.
moment later the detective was ex-
eloring the Cd building. which was ten
anted by half score OF families, and
presented scene of squalor and wretch
edness that the officer had never seen
surpassed.
His examination, though thorough. was
rapid. He stumbled over drunken men
aud women Who lay beside empty bottles
and beer cans upon the floor. lie invaded
sleeping apartments and tosse about the
heaps Of rags which served as beds.
Find anybody" eroonei the old woman
who rented out the miserable apartments,
as the officer encountered her on the
ground floor.
Several things. Granny. hut rot the
one seek just now.
I'm dreadful sorry. Ill open the door
for you: its got funny kind Of a catch i"
L won trouble you; I'm soing down
stairs.
Bless you, this is the last floor"
But YOU have CELLAR"
Not sign of one.
Il know better, 1t was In the cellar of
this house that | captured one of the
Cronin suspects last spring. out of my
way
With a muttered curse the old woman
complied. and Hyland was soon descend
ing q rickety fl ght of stairs, toward n
dark and exceedingly bad-smellIn- eel ar.
When its damp, almost Shiny bottom