The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1900-10-20
Caught the Wrong Man
BY F. Young.

IVES, we commercial travellers have
our fair share of odd experiences,
and we grow case-hardened in time.
But there was one occasion when un-
consciously played queer part in a
big affair, and whenever | travel on
this line circumstances come wildly
before my minds eye, and experience
strange feeling of nervousness which.
try as will, / cannot overcome.
1t happened one night in December,
a good many years ago. when | was
young on the road was travelling by
The evening train from Euston to catch
the midnight boat at Liverpool for Bel
fast.
| arrived at the terminus on the
stroke of the hour, and barely had time
to get my ticket and fling myself and
bag into a second smoker before the
train moved off.
There were only two other passen-
gers in the compartment, occupying
the ends of the same seat; so. with
sigh of relief. settled myself down in
corner and prepared to enjoy cigar
and the latest evening paper.
Before starting to read took a look
at my fellow-passengers, for have al
ways been fond of a chat, and can gen
orally spot likely talker at once. How
ever. there was little prospect of any,
fle-aged men of reserved appearance,
who would hardly deign to notice a
voungster ike myself. The one oppo-
site TO me. a clean-shaved man with a
professional air, was buried in his pa.
per; while the other was lying back in
the far corner with his cap over his
eyes. smoking a big cigar, and appar'
emily half asleep.
We had got as far as Rugby without
word being spoken. when suddenly
felt my foot logged in peculiar way
and looking up met the keen glance
of my professional neighbor
Excuse me. SIR" said he, with an ode
smile. Would you mind exchanging
papers? see you have exhausted
yours"
Certainly" said I, slightly sur
prised and we snapped accordingly
while he gave my toe another warning
kick,
Imagine my establishment when
saw penciled on the margin of his paper
these words:
Keep calm. I'm a Scotland Yart
man. Our fellow-traveler is Burnside
you know who. Warrant for his ar
rest waits me at Liverpool; but may
have to secure him before we reach
there. Rely on your assistance if nee
essary. Speak to me in refreshment
room, afford"
"Of counsel knew who Burnside was
everybody did then. You may remem
Der he was Lord As secretary. who
absconded with her .adyship's dia
monds, and made big stir at the time
though the affair was hushed up after
wards.
was pretty cool in those days, ant
I read the words over and over AGAR
before l permitted myself to take :
peep al the redoubtable Burnside him
self. He was still smoking lazily, ant
was evidently unconscious OF tn,
proximity of danger. For week h
had eluded capture, and the last item
of news was that the police were still
working on a clew some days old. TIL,
very paper / held contained a para
graph to that effect very CAREFUL,
marked in pencil by my detectiv
friend.
You may guess l was terribly ex
cited by the time we reached Stafford
where a five minutes stop was made
and no sooner had the train pulled vi
than pocketed the paper containin,
the strange message, and hurried OF
to the refreshment-room. A minut
later the detective joined me, loung
ing up in careless style.
Don't look round" he said; che
over there at the coffee counter. /
he suspects anything he'll bolt. He
expecting someone at Crewe, fancy
for he sent a wire from the TELEGRAPH