The Forrest City times., 1895-09-13
ON EVEN TERMS.

low Vaughan has the reputation of being one of the most desperate crim- inals that ever stepped. King of the Coiners' he is rightly named; but it is chiefly because he is at the head of a dangerous gang. And because, by a lucky chance, you have found out that he is living in private lodgings under an assumed name, makes it none the less risky for us two alone to attempt his capture"
 It was in a decidedly dissatisfied tone that MT. Roche, the detective, urged upon his superior officer the hazardous nature of the business they were upon; but Arnold Bond merely smiled good humoredly as he re- sponded:
 Whatever risk there may be, Roche, l think I shall face. And as I expect to take our man entirely by surprise. in the very bosom of his family don't anticipate much resistance. Still, I am prepared for it, and l don't think that he will easily give us the slip. For the rest, you will simply carry out my instructions"
 LC lNo NClCCblNcS huOCkeu dJ the door of an unpretentious lodging house in a quiet street of the east end of London.
 Almost immediately a respecta ble looking woman opened the door, aud stepping back, said, before Bond could speak:
 'Ah. sir; don't believe they expect cd you again tonight; but it's we'll you've come, for the poor mite is very bad, they say"
 With the ever ready wit of shrewd detective, quick to take advantage of the slightest error, Bond instantly checked the exclamation of surprise which sprang instinctively to his lips, and, stepping in, quietly observed:
 Indeed, l am sorry to hear that. Our usual friend could not come him. self, but, as his partner, I thought it advisable to look in again. Let me see-Mrs. Sutton, second floor, is it not?"
 Neither of the detectives scarce ventured to breathe as they anxiously waited to see the result of his hap hazard remark.
 "Oh, l took you for Dr. Dalton his self, sir! Yes, second floor. It's rather dark, but l dare say you can find your way up. LOT! never knowed before as how the doctor had partner"
 This gentleman is merely friend of mine. If you don't mind, he will wait for me in the passage. I don't suppose l shall be many minutes, !" Bond said, inwardly chuckling with satisfaction at the lucky mistake which had undoubtedly saved him and his companion no little trouble at the outset.
 Leaving his subordinate, who had previously received careful instruc- tions, Arnold Bond, with heart beat ing a little faster than usual, cautious ly mounted the dark, narrow staircase and tapped at a closed door facing him.
 Then, without waiting for any reply, he instantly opened it, and as quickly stepped into the room and shut the door after him again.
 Surrender yourself my prisoner, Michael Vaughn, alias Ralph Sutton," he said, sternly, as tall, bearded man sprang hastily to his feet with startled exclamation and confronted him.
 A momentary pause, then, with an oath, the coiner snatched up a chair and raising it above his head was about to hurl it at the detective, but as quick ly dropped it, as his eye rested on the service revolver steadily leveled at him.
 ''Trapped!' he calculated, savagely, glaring at the officer. And in this tom-fool fashion, too. But there's treachery here," he added, fercely,