Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-04-16

from the platform.
81 sm sorry that you let the French char
go, Wenlock," remarked Warleigh; 'T can
swear he was not in the carriage when we
started, and am sure he knows something
about the robbery"
Sand so am /, sir" answered the detect.
i've; ''but the foreign gent is in very good
hands. There happened to be a young
friend of mine on the platform with me,
the Office to go into Darkingham and keep
an eve upon Mr. Eugene Lamont"
"Ah, that is good business" returned
Mr.. warleigh, eyeing the detective with
considerable admiration; ''and now what is
the next step?"
.'Do you know the number of the notes?"
asked Wenlock.
s'Ot course do; am an idiot?" returned
the agent, irritablv. ssThere was only 9400
in gold, the rest being in notes, the num-
bers of which have here" he added, draw
ing small piece of paper from his waist
coat pocket
Good for our side," remarked Wenlock
rubbing his hands. "Wire and stop
them at the Bank of England, and get
another G3 900 as temporary revenue to
keep things going at Darkingham.
"Confound it, Wenlock." returned the
parliamentary agent, 'you talk as if
thousand pound notes grew on ,gooseberry
bushes"
81 know you can get plenty more where
thesecame FROM" remarked the detective
with sly wink, "but get the telegraphing
over sharp, for we ought to be back at Slow
chester as soon as We can, for that is where
your valise is.
Mr.. Warleigh stared at the detective, but
deemed it best to make no reply; and lust as
the telegraphing had been completed train
came into the station which took them back
to Slowchester.
''Who knew that you were coming up to
Darkingham with this money!" asked the
detective, accepting a cigar offered him by
the agent
"Why, the missis knew it, of course" an
swered Mr.. Warleigh.
"Ah," said Wenlock, with a strange
smile, ''it isn't from my experience, always
safe to let the wife of your buzzum know
that there is money about, but in this case I
don't think Mrs. Warleigh was in the job.
Who else was there?"
Mr.. warleigh looked little indignant at
first, but. knowing Wenlock of old, felt that
Nobody, except Stote and Pher-
ret, the solicitors, of Harp Inn"
"Ah, yes" murmured Weniock, "they do
good deal of continental business, don't
d
French clerk"
"You are quite on the wrong track there"
the Parliamentary agent. "Leon
Forget is quite a different fellow from that
blatant French puppy, who yelled at. me
like a lunatic."
.sWell, WELL we are all liable to Mistakes"
observed Wenlock, philosophically. "But
we shall be at Slowchesteri in another quarter
of an hour, and then we shall get your va
lise."
perhaps you dropped it there yourself"
said the agent, jocosely.
"You would make a model detective, Mr.
said Wenlock.
THANK you for the compliment, but it
isn't my line" broke in Mr.. Warleigh.
For Scotland Yard, should have said
had you not interrupted me-" said Wenlock,
ner always suspect the wrong people, and
you will get into such a muddle tnat the
chances are not ten thousand to one against
you hitting on the real criminal after all"
After this retort, Mr.. Warleigh smoked on
in indignant silence, and Wenlock did not
utter another word until they had reached
There, however the detective displayed
the utmost energy, and bidding MI. War
leigh wait for him, flew about putting a
question to this official, drawing another
aside and whispering in his ear, and again
flying off at a tangent to porter, and hold
ing private meeting with him in the lamp
room.
Presently he strolled leisurely back to Mr..
Warleigh, as if there was no hurry, and said
softly, Your yalise is in the ladies' waiting
room, empty of course"
"Why, do you mean the thief has taken
my shirts, collars and socks?" demanded the
agent
mo, only the notes and gold." answered
This is how it was managed, lady in a
light colored ulster -"
"Ah, YOU see 1 was right after ALL" e1-
claimed Mr.. Warleigh, eagerly.
N he Ia nd
pleading that she was very unwell asked the
attendant to get her siXpenny worth of
brandy, giving the woman at the same time
when she returned with the
spirits the visitor had disappeared, and the
only trace, save one, which was left was
your valise, open on the table. A few min
utes afterward the train went of, and"
"And the woman with the light ulster in
1t, broke in Mr.. Warleigh.
"All the porters say no." replied Wenlock,
land all declare that though there were
many ladies in the train, yet none of them
had an ulster Of the color you describe"
''Of course the attendant noticed what the
woman was like" said Mr.. Warleigh after a
short pause.
"well, ! am sorry to say she did not" an
swered Wenlock.
"what fools women are" muttered the
agent.
"But you can rectify that omission, OF
course" said the detective.
Mr.. Warleigh looked very uncomfortable
Ind then burst into q laugh. 81 am fairly
caught" said ne ''but hang me if can tell
you whether my fellow passenger was
dark or fair. But what was the clew you
spoke OFF"
This" returned Wenlock, as he drew
rom his pocket ladys handkerchief and
handed it to the agent.
at seems very poor clew," remarked the
lgent.
1.-THE border is rather peculiar one," an
,wered Wenlock, "black and blue horse
hoes linked together with red heart every
second pair. I have friend in the linen
rade who perhaps can tell me something
bout handkerchiefs of this pattern"
"Well, suppose you will come on to Dark
ngham bv the o'clock train to see about |
Tour sharp, young friend" observed War
eigh.
at will just depend upon what sort Of
eport get tomorrow" answered Wenlock,
i advise you to wait for it here"
Accordingly the detective and Mr.. War |
eigh made their way to an hotel, and feel |
ng it useless to retire to beu, asked the |
waiter to let them sit up in the smoking |
Dom.
As they were sitting over their breakfast |
t 9 O'Clock, telegram was handed to the |
Effective, couched in tho following terms: |
'Frenchman went to Bull and Badger; |
Gems all right; left this morning by $50 for |
own; met woman on platform; tall: fair;
woman handed Frenchman small parcel. |
Am watching woman. See that Frenchman |
s looked after at Great Southern Terminus"
'fter all" exclaimed Mr.. Warleigh, exult- |
ngly: what are you going to do?"
"Wlre to arrange for Frenchman's recep-
ion, and then go to Birmingham to help to |
lunt up woman" replied the detective, |
peaking as if he was writing a telegram.
Mr.. Warleigh and the detective accord |
ngly tsaveled up to Darkingham, and were |
net on the platform by the sharp young |
nan, who looked ready to cry with rage ana |
disappointment. "She has done me-" said |
e. Evidently she knows Darkingham |
veil; she walked up Latterlee road, where |
here are lot uf small houses, and knocked |
t the door of one which was to let. After a |
rief talk with the caretaker, an old woman, |
he was let in, and i hung about outside. |
Taited for half an hour, and then, going up
o the door, knocked. The same old woman |
pened it. "a lady has been here to see the |